[Verse 1: OnMna]
I tried to be linear
Failed and went up in her
So you are about to experience
Some raw thoughts and feelings
Don't start at the beggining
Not found, and still missing
But I can still explain
No one wondered why my brain went insane
Ain't nobody gonna cough up those chains
Ain't nobody gonna inject those veins
Keep on blaming what you saw what you thought
Keep on blaming all those hoes you sure loved
No more, please don't move on
I can't bear the idea of
Me not living in your thoughts
So I made this sorry-a** song
[Verse 2: OnMna]
When people ask "Why?" they only sink their noses
So yeah. I wish they didn't know I got a room full of roaches
Still I see nice girls with so much effort put on their clothes, man
And that's nice, but outside the only thing I let out is toxins
I wish I could scream (Why not?), get a joint out and speak (Why not?)
Blaze one in the park (Why noy?), get to know you till it's dark
Maybe I'll despise you, maybe I won't
But at least somebody heard my story before I'm gone
I really wish i didn't have to jerk off everytime I start to see the truth
And it smooths
Cause it's blue and I'd rather see black & white than be part of the youth
Now ain't that true
When you can't laugh, meditate what you gon do with your life
Your objectives dropping by as a past time
Your ambitions pa**ing on as a past life
Now, ain't that cool how you don't feel
Glorify. Sacrifice what you don't see
Close ones looking at your eyes as you're some fiend
But they never run away when I go mean
So I'm sorry
[Hook: OnMna, Zarabas]
Will you run away, will you run away, are you gona cry now?
Will you run away, will you run away, are you gonna die now?
Will it ease the pain if I go insane, looking through my face
Will it just explode, just too big to hold, just leaving my zone
Will you run away, will you run away, are you gona cry now?
Will you run away, will you run away, are you gonna die now?
Will it ease the pain if I go insane, looking through my face
Will I run away? Will I run away? Will I run away? Will I run away?
[Verse 3: OnMna]
Is pa**ion better? sh** I don't know.. cause
I'm more close, to being a failure, ten times better than being a patriot
My own path. the only thing in this world that gives me pride
Might not be much.. but hey! at least it's mine
Moneys, titles, possesions, say bye-bye to that sh**
Cause when your body decomoposes, you'll only have your deeds
Don't get me wrong, I don't care how people see me
Furthermore, When I die, I hope they just forget me
Cause I'm no man, no gun, no mac, no plan
I can't get along with people, but when I shut my thoughts off I sure can
I can't do that for long, so being happy is short lived
But somehow I just know, this ain't how it's supposed to go, see?
My body isn't helping either
Borken arm, sore back, deformed feet, never pleasing
Writting sh**ty lyrics, my only outlet
I'd rather die inside than giving out pamflets
You really think it hurts when you turn the other cheek?
It just stings when people are nice to me
Don't make this 'bout yourself, cause I already did that
I would love to hurt your feelings but I don't see that
As a way out, cause I don't matter
Between you and me I can only hit the latter
Go ahead and tell them, what you saw here today
They just won't beieve you without tears in your face
I'll never prove on me, I guess that keeps me going
Two friends up in this b**h, only now they start to know me
Of course I can't polish, all the words, or how you percieve them
It's not depressing, It's the trurth, you should learn to recieve it
It's really contageous, and I'm pa**ing it onto you
Now I'm free, and I'd recommend you look for something to do
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Ever since I doubted sh**, I have been rebuilding myself
I would settle with anything, but it keeps falling on itself
So go ahead, take me and construct whatever you may
Just don't act as an agent of free-will when you come home and play
Cause I've been running on a graveyard full of empty caskets
The contradictions I put out have stopped being problems
And I'm f**ing tired of hearing my mom on the phone
Telling my whole family Imma be a failure, I might as well be gone
f** yes I'm going loco and self referencial
Did you not see the title? did you come for the instrumental?
I didn't think so either, so if you're still here, hush
Be quiet, this young f** is almost done turning his brains to mush
Don't you ever EVER tell me what to put on my songs
Eat a dick, go back to telling Tyler his subject matter is wrong
Acting all those made up lies since you were six
So I never tell the truth when they ask "please"
But I really felt that way so I'm not pleased
I may k** myself these days but for now, see