This is not for the hive-mind..
This that f**ing feeling when you drop from the high-dive
This is not for the hive-mind..
This that f**ing feeling when you drop..
Welcome to the lost soul party, this is hell erupting
Cus' I'm as hopeless as the next, and now I'm yelling "f** it." So if you wonder why its so hard to tell me something, man it's hard to listen when your mind is set to self destruction
How you supposed to sit and look at life with innocence when the day you're born you're handed your d**h certificate? (This is yours) My life's the same as yours, just spin it with a livid twist, add a little dissidence and mix it with a cynics grin. My minds a cell, I'm stuck inside of imprisonment, writing out the f**ing world around with a critics pen, (f** you) you silly kids run around and then sin a bit, and ask forgiveness just to sin again? sh** is grim
It's getting bad, but Imma patiently just wait because the mistakes I've seen me make could drive me crazily insane, so I evade to see the day where I'm ashamed to be awake, so I just drink away the pain til' every thang in me's erased, like, a clean slate, drag my paint across the canvas like it's a real escape, a paink**er for the damaged mind, an*lyze all the little cracks within these frantic lines till' every randomized brush stroke within this canvas dies. So flip the f**ing switch up on this panic light, make it truly real so your final moments amplified and pull that f**ing trigger and lay rest unto your bandaged mind