Where are my people
I was far away
Away from you
Teary eyes that's All I knew
God forbidden god has stricken
Hands on my clock have stopped ticking
I know this ain't livin
Because livin' ain't supposed so f**ing hard
Elevated minds stay desolate apart
Isolation we're cold and apart
Location far away from the heart
I knew I was a black sheep from the start
Far away from the herd
And the shepard's words
But loneliness is the tip of the iceberg
And I write till I find
Salvation on the other side of my mind
And even if I didn't
I still live in hell
Purpose with your wishes at the bottom well
Sanity's thoughts and the sh** that I dwell
I fell
And that's a fact I can admit
But in the process I caused an eclipse
With the energy that I emmit
Now to just commit
Or suffer this
I never meant to be this way
Running out of things to say everyday
In a way
But I still got things I wanna say
All a part of the prophecy
How often
Do people put themselves in a coffin
Expanding the minds we get lost in
In the skull cap I'm locked in
And I feel I'm on the outside looking in
Witnessing from a third person perspective
Lost my mind now its time to play detective
What am I detecting
What were you suspecting
All I needs affection
Im malnourished
This story of a boy who lost all courage
Last but not least
I arrive at the feast
Turns out now I'm in the belly of the beast
This is not what I asked for
One dark thought and it turns into a blackhole
I know I felt different
Since we was children
Not a hero not villain
Somewhere in the spectrum
I would toss ideas to see if i can still catch them
Cause if i flip it, can't I invent something
Spending all day on innocent creations
Mary shelly sh** now I'm fighting my creations
Gonna follow me till d**h and cremation
With the allegations
Tryin to reach my destination
Recollecting times where radio stations
Were the garden of eden
All i believed in
That me myself and I were different from these heathens
One day I will grow up
And we will all be eating
But until then I'm respectably retreating
Putin distance between me and these cretins
Barrel rolling and I'm out of control
Looking for bank rolls and pesos
But mirrors bend my path at different angles
Fallen angels and envious chatter from these chained souls
Notebooks with blank rows
Its a problem that's age old
Minus well go chill out on the railroads
Still looking for my mind like that scarecrow
In need of a Miracle