Shureshot Hypothesis - Special Release lyrics

[Intro] Where will I run to when there is nowhere left to run? Where will I hide out, when every tunnel feels like the barrel of a gun? Now that it's come to this Nothingness argument Something could come from this But I am not a part of it…anymore [Verse 1] Time's up and my days disintegrate Into eight bit pixels Take this pistol Wait your turn at the gate When it's fiscal Make your break for it and escape ‘fore they get ya Fate can be a b**h to swerve past The nerve gas'll hit ya Next thing ya know you're served Drastic changes, in ranges unimaginable The pain of this vain lifestyle's un-handle-able Land syllables with marksman precision Cancel out what's real And k** to envision a rhyme But I don't apply enough grind Or enough grime So still it's not a sk**, just a pa** time Last lime light of the night run dim Cash in my esteem My dreams are hunted Confronted by fronts of blunts, plus the weather Twists my mood with every subtle shift in barometric pressure Left to a bottle of Kessler And yes the anguish cease for a bit But get the best of me in the long run And when it's all wrong The only escape I can find is in the song sung And when it's all said and done It's just a shrug A fraction of a moment from which I can pull the plug Careen past the sting of actuality's slug, I mean; I'm nothing more than a fiend, addicted to his drug