verse:
scratched upon the surface
rough edges need to be smoothed out
so drive a zamboni on my brain
a good once over should really do the trick
or put a blow torch to the ice
melt it away and leave me trading water
so now you see why
why i must resurface my brain
to clear my conscience or remorse
to clear my conscience of regret

chorus:
keep the microscope off me
dont magnify all my insecurity
i know -- i know whats best for me
when the drama unfolds ive got to be bold
and filter through the shit 

rap:
I drive a zamboni,break strings like cramboni
I mystify like houdini,like henry hill laugh phony
Cant outflow me cause I shave my brain
Zamboni to save the pain, let me explain
I hate the flame that burns inside
You could run for your life or turn and hide
I face my fear but the price is paid
Fight my brain,get drunk, high and blazed
Might go insane, I must rejuvinate
Don’t wait too late,you knew your fate
I shoot hockey pucks and baller blockin’ fucks
Get your mug bust when we run amuck
When the time is up,bring on the intermission
Sit back think of all the splintered wishes
‘the best laid plans of mice and men…’
slit your veins until the ice is red
a wise man said,’son,you need to take it slow’
moderation a concept which ill never know
so I fuck my brain, smokin’ like a weed furnace
time for the zamboni, need to resurface