They say they've seen my type before
pockets real rich but the thougths are poor
they dont know what i'm so carnal for
but i eat up their attention like a carnivore
Look at me worthless, look at me nerve less
I take one step forward, then run from disturbance
I look down at my hands; the palms are sweaty and shaking
My arms skin is flaking, I feel on the verge of fainting
Time is still fading, I’m caught in sedation
The only joy I feel is pain, patience dies in anticipation
My blood is racing, shivers run down my spine
This is in no way the life that I wanted, but I’ll accept that it’s mine

I built my house on the sand
The wise built their house on the rock
No, I’m not shocked
Cuz the sand is shifting and the waves wont stop

Water falls like sweat falls down the curvature of my back
I step in other peoples footprints who weren’t even on track
Just so I don’t get my own feet dirty
I built my castle in the sand, you know it’s hella sturdy
Look at me, I’m so worldly, doing what they all do
I hear them when they talk, you should hear what they call you
You slipped up the other day and I saw you
Your building your house on those rocks?
Watch the realestate when it falls through
Oh, and they say a storms coming
I don’t believe those lies, I aint seen nothing
There’s no clouds in the skies, the wind isn’t bad
When I tell them the ice caps aren’t really melting, they all get mad
You know that I planned so my house is going to stand
This whole global warming end of the world things just a fad
And chances are their just jealous of my beach side mansion
Lots of people build their houses on the sand and nothing ever happens


And now there’s a problem with all the kids
The tv says a storms coming and we’re all stuck in the ditch
A mudslide hit my neighbors took out their house
I reinforced my fence as soon as I found out
If this storm is so bad and the skies going to blow up
Then who’s building the ark, homie where’s Noah
No I don’t believe in superstitions cuz I’m not a probably
I’m a for sure, thats why my house isn't sloppy
\ they worship Christ, buddah and ghandi
I believe in man, so religions never got me
And I believe in money, that’s why my house is so stunning
Half the people on rocks are lower class or bummy
I made all this cash from being a smart being
So it’s enough for me to believe what I’m seeing
A seasonal storm that comes around every year
The rain that falls from the sky is not god’s tears

Now my ankle is waste high in the liquid of this flood
But it’s not water around my feet, it’s my own blood
That flows from this cut in hindsight filled with regret
Now my house is in shambles and my feet are all wet
I can barely step, only lay back and groan
I built my house upon the sand, the weakest of all stones
They shift and they shrunk, broke the foundation of my home
The fools that build here next can use the foundation of my bones