[Verse 1: Lars Moon]
I'm goin crazy
Sick and demented
Focused on a image
Now were tryna to spread it
Gotta sell your soul
Find the grave dig the hole
Say f** the creative mind
Consume the brain as a whole
We can't live like that
Chains on our mind
Tongue in the cage
Saying foolish things
Living a false fame
We're prisoners to the ma**es
Chasing crazy dreams
Hide sad faces sungla**es
Can't make art
It outlast us
That scares them
They live in a shell
I'm sort of crazy
Couldn't tell
Minds an asylum
Creative thoughts don't mind him
Can't help but feel alone
Love the music
For the craft and art alone
Not the fame d** money hoes
For the stories that stopped kids
From overdose
Fell asleep comatose
Pour a drink
Have a toast
f** it I'll pour two I'm alone
They'll never know
They'll never know
[Verse 2: Trees]
They'll never know who you are until you go and tell em
Don't say it , don't whisper it you gotta f**in yell it
Block out the the paranoia and inner thoughts
Overthinkin' is a demon and it will haunt you
Pleasing others first was my fatal mistake
It nearly cost me who I was but I stand here today and say
f** what they say
Your music is for you who cares who enjoys it if you can't love it too
We just make music were not entertainers
They think I'm complex when I rap and I don't blame em
But I do what I do and I know I do it well
I don't do it for amusement this isn't show and tell
But insecurity can really be one heavy dumbbell
Weighing down on your shoulders have you walking through hell
Is it good is it bad? I can't f**in tell
Do I stop do I go am I too afraid to fail?
That's the old me talkin , cause I ain't scared of sh**
When you stop givin a f** you forget what failure is
You're a slave to yourself , to your very own doubts
Fear pouring down from your own rain cloud
But every second guess is a nail in the coffin
I work through these words and the music is my office
If I cared who was talkin I wouldn't be walking
I'd be dead if I changed because of what somebody said
Everybody wants the fame and the glory and the fortune
If that is where you aim then this music will be torture
The feedback the flame and the listener the scorcher
You'll scream and you'll cry and eventually die
But you'll walk and you'll live because your body is alive
But your soul has died , and it cannot be revived
Listen to me rob now is the time for finding
You're losing who you are inside of your own asylum