.eunev eht ot evig nac I gnihtoN .uoy ot detbedni ton m’I
.eulb eht fo tuo t’nsaw ti nehw em ot netsil t’ndluow uoY
?uoy ot srettam ti fo yna taht eveileb I dluohs yhW
?od ot gniyrt m'I gnihtyreve dnatsrednu uoy oD
.noos emoceb ot dnuob ma I tahw ,eye cilbup eht morf edih I em fo edis ehT
ot kcuts eb d’I thguoht reven I
.esu eno retfa tsuj regna eht ffo gnippirT .ytilibats ym gnisol m’I woN
.esool tuc m’I woN

Even sex is meaningless when he's depressed.
He needs his ex(es)
Hasn't washed off the adhesive yet.
He's still stuck in the past.
Now he keeps regressing
Way back to hell's path.
Just a shell of his former self, no one can tell that.
Always hidden behind his animalistic actions.
He wears them like an invisible mask.
He keeps all of his pain contained within the glass.

I only coexist with the world. I’m not a real part of it.
I’m orbiting alone in the outskirts. Animosity keep me barred from it.
Every time I step forward, I take a leap back. Making progress is getting harder
And everytime I think about wanting to bring myself back to the Earth again,
I get three reasons to avoid the shotty circumstance.
Well if I can’t dodge the bullet, then I'll bite it.
I’d rather die trying than to just refuse to fight it
At all. Hoping if I show emotions that you’ll like it
But I know you want the bangers which are ultimately lifeless.
Then again, I know you lie to me.
I know it’s an obligation. Don’t deny it.
This is music you would hate if it wasn’t me making it.
You got to know me so you figure you got to be faking shit. Save it.
I’ll continue to buy our friendship.
Not a baller but I could be if I don’t attempt to.
Feels like every hand that I reach for is prosthetic.
Takes too long for me to say and for you to just not get it.
I’m a mess and no one listens so I offer help to everyone else,
Putting everything I’ve felt on the shelf
Until I’m destined to melt.
I don’t meld with the demographic I see myself in.
To them, what I make is hellish, but they’re too friendly.
I need security like I’m already famous.
(Give me closure.) No importance in what my name is.
(Pull me closer.) Suffocate me ‘til I’m looking like Jack White.
Bury me to the side of the Mass Pike.
Wonder if that’s right, to dispose of me right now.
‘Cause only I know what I know the moment it’s lights out.
Shocking as what news outlets report on the white house.
I write it out and hope to fight doubt of all that I’m about.

Is there a possible salvation? What I’m wondering.
It’s always problems piled up. It’s never one thing.
People don’t even come in looking for something.
I’m becoming irrelevant in this one scheme
That we all share.
I bet each one of us wondered if we were all there,
At least at one point
In our lives. We struggle to keep it off the air.
We’re scared of what to not say before the day it stops.

.enil talf I nehw uoy fo lla tifeneb ll’I .tsaf ti dne ot evah I
.kcerw a s’ytic ehT .trapa gnillaf si ssensuoicsnoc yM
.dnilb ssa ym evael dluow ylkciuq der ni drow eht fo ssenthgirb ehT
.dnim kcab ym fo tsap tnatsid eht ni meg a dias ,”eid“ saW
did I tsal dna seciv tsap ym lla htiw hcir ,tnemenifnoc ym fO
ezis eht flah werg I sa dehctaw ohW
enim fo ssalc rehtona morf stroteR
eninisa tub gnihton htiw xob a ni deppart saw I nehW
emit tsal ytic eht ot kcab gnidaeh tuoba thguoht I

I give them a frame.
They always take an hour. At this point, this is our 24th trade.
What this equates to is anything I can do in a second,
They only accomplish in a day.
But, then again, my time is running out faster.
No one else is in a hurry for the rapture.
I can’t be rational while I’m being robbed of my rations.
People take all that I have with laughter.
I’m always running out at a ridiculous hour
Unlike everyone else. They shut down with their dwindling power
While I’m stuck in a nightmare while my eyes are open.
This isn’t the kind of future that I was hoping for
In high school when I first tried to write a dope hit.
Even if my musical efforts were kind of hopeless.
Even back then, I would try to cope with
The demise I wrote from that my mind was holding.
Now I’m cut loose.
Now I’m losing my stability. Tripping off the anger just after one use.
I never thought I’d be stuck to
The side of me I hide from the public eye, what I am bound to become soon.
Do you understand everything I'm trying to do?
Why should I believe that any of it matters to you?
You wouldn’t listen to me when it wasn’t out of the blue.
I’m not indebted to you. Nothing I can give to the venue.
I thought about heading back to the city last time
When I was trapped in a box with nothing but asinine
Retorts from another class of mine
Who watched as I grew half the size
Of my confinement, rich with all my past vices and last I did
Was “die”, said a gem in the distant past of my back mind.
The brightness of the word in red quickly would leave my ass blind.
My consciousness is falling apart. The city’s a wreck.
I have to end it fast. I’ll benefit all of you when I flat line.