Even all that which you don’t need
See, you have sickness inside you
I don’t…
You’re addicted to misery
Addicted to misery
Every first draft during the fever dream
All-seeing being, a bursting seam
The ship sailed, the fat careen
Second shift of a closed-down factory
Wasn’t form nor function, public simply lacked the need
Focused on your opus, Mr. Forest tracking out the trees
I won’t adorn my words with beauty, please
My characters can’t eat from bread of gold
Living off bread and loans
Food for thought, absentminded, sketch the vision never shown
Starving used car lots, indentured to thе throne
Downwind of atonement, opеn to postponement
Half the distance to “who’s gold?”
Offensive line holding fool’s gold
Don’t feel poetic today
That won’t get in my way
I know if you know
Sometimes it’s better to be led astray
Averting gaze from the clever display
Revoking flood insurance on the very day the levy will break
Cheap tricks and how to lev-i-tate
CBT fit for the dental brace
Not deemed fit as far as mental state
All you’re talking about, is like, your problems
Epiphanies are wasted like
Tony on peyote
Hello darkness my old homie
Hold me like you know me
Or just duck me like you owe me
Mother******, you’re lucky I’m so low-key
Epiphanies are wasted like
Tony on peyote
Hello darkness my old homie
Hold me like you know me
Or just duck me like you owe me
Mother****** are just lucky I’m so low-key
I have solutions
Much to unpack
Thought bubble meet thumbtack
Drum track nustle like snug a .22 gun rack
Decide (?) what’s real or (?)
Carnage maximize my birthright
I didn’t mean to tarry
The true passage lies
Some wheel-less bastard eyes
Poke holes in your theories, rat’s eyes
Weary if you capsize
Act your age, not your fabricated number of past lives
If wishes were horses, bastards would finally get a ride
But still lament the fact that mine’s got faster strides
I’m at where the greener passion lies
Spilled milk is Louie past your size
Very little time left to fraternize
Smile, nod, and hum like “That’s the vibe”
The flow sealed trial for questioning time in real time
Pay no mind to the guillotine
Yeah, I believe they deserve to die
And if they learn, for real this time
Epiphanies are wasted like
Tony on peyote
Hello darkness my old homie
Hold me like you know me
Or just duck me like you owe me
Mother****** are lucky I’m so low-key