Who Sang The Exception to Everything? Sadistik

Sadistik The Balancing Act cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2008-5-1
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Conscious
length: 8:14
Beautiful and innocent, suitable and militant/
Are scripted on the walls of the cubicle I'm living in/
I'm different, if you take away that I'm gone/
A heart on my sleeve, with a razorblade jacket on/
In Babylon I would hold my breath and listen close/
To the ghosts of death the ocean kept when the winter froze/
Skin and bones, is what my burly bag of flesh will hold/
Digesting hope with another thirty pack as Lexapro/
Discomposed, from all the f___in' ghosts that follow me/
Across a battered path of shattered glass and broken arteries/
It's oceanography the way the blood accumulates/
I'm rude awake, with one eye open like Homer's Odyssey/
And honestly, I don't need to make a difference/
I just want to live my life without a fee to pay admission/
Apathetic bliss in these apathetic days/
Cuz I'm apathetic mixed with the pass aggressive ways/
Anesthetic sprays from my tongue 'til the pain stops/
I'm trying to figure out if this is blood or the raindrops/
Love or a safe spot, think twice/
While I take another shot until the angels start to sing like.../

I've got a bone to pick with all these skeletons in closets/
They're breaking down the barriers, embellishing my losses/
And under all the verses, I wonder if it's worth it/
And whether it's irrelevant, the elements are constant/
No sleep and apparently a pen/
Is the perfect combination for the therapy again/
So I scribble in a pad 'til it carries me within/
All the ripples in my past that I carefully attend/
When all I got to do is take a look into my pedigree/
And mentally amenities will make another memory/
The penalties are lending me a bitter loss of energy/
A destiny of inhibition until my wings will set me free, now/
No time for regrets, keep moving forward and hope for the best/
Its all gone, I'll say so long and never let go of what I hold in my chest/
This is dedicated to the dedication left behind/
Me, a dedicated mental patient on a bed of knives/
I meant to find a certain person worthy of current purpose/
Searching through the epitaphs to make the dead alive/
And edify as I watch all the faces walking by/
Painted with perplexing looks, abrasions and awkward eyes/
Showing me to modify broken wings I've taught to fly/
Often I go and dream of a place across the sky/
Where I reside and dark breaks the light/
Never stop moving, a sharks way of life/
Set still as sparks drape the sky/
And debt builds, a heart pays the price with /
Love, pain, sun, rain, (I remember when my mother used to lie to me)/
hate, grace, blood stains (and I remember when my father used to lie to me)/
Life, death, time, rest, (and I remember when my teachers used to lie to me)/
this is my breath (and then they wonder why I have no faith in this society)/
I can't find stability I lack the right ability/
To act inside humility and magnify the will in me/
Every time I try to be, satisfy or feel at ease/
I'd rather be an actor and to act than try to deal with things/
Until I fall and I hit the rock bottom/
And I grieve with the leaves 'til I pray its not autumn/
The blood starts to draw and it falls from the wrists/
When the slits are across and I ball up a fists/
So call it a gift but I'm not living for the present/
When it all becomes the past and I can't listen to the questions/
Isn't it a blessing when I feel like I'm alive/
And I don't have to be another f___ing cynic for a second/

[I remember somebody once asked me if I ever thought about regret... the answers no. Because when this masquerade is finally over I want to be remembered for who I am. Not who I was or who I wanted to be, cuz this right here, this is me, so follow this]

Even though I've never called it perfect/
When I die, I want to know it all was worth it/
I want to know that I tried my best with/
Embracing every moment that I was blessed with/
Every life, every death, every time that I wept/
Every moment, every person, every line that I said/
Every night, every day, every time every place/
Every kiss, every wish, every side of the maze/
Every cut, every bruise, every love that I'd lose/
Every time that I broke and the times that I grew/
Every drop of rain that these clouds would spew/
To help form the man that I amounted to/
And I'm thankful, that I am who I am/
And I've been where I've been and I came out grateful/
When it's finally time to make an exit/
Just know, that I don't regret a single second/

This is the exception to everything/
This is the exception to everything/
(Repeat x6)

CD 1
  • 1 Dawn of the Dead
  • 2 Playing God
  • 3 Ashes to Ashley
  • 4 Searching for Some Beautiful
  • 5 Memento Mori
  • 6 Clockwork Grey (interlude)
  • 7 Absolution
  • 8 Murder of Crows
  • 9 Writes of Passage
  • 10 Angel Eyes
  • 11 November
  • 12 The Exception to Everything