| Darkness comes beneath the dying stars
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| With all the blood and scars
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| My mouth will hunt you
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| With fear — I appear
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| Nothing will stop me
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| You crave the creature in me
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| Shattered, I will capture you
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| So run
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| My family don’t understand what I go through
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| Under diagnosed for 20 years, ain’t never broke through
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| You ever been in such a fog you don’t know you?
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| Never being able to do the shit you’re supposed to?
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| I wouldn’t wish it on anyone that I’m close to
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| Wouldn’t wish it on anybody that I’m opposed to
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| There’s not an accurate diagnosis to show you
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| Basic neurobiology isn’t close to it
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| I’m watching life as a spectator
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| I can’t help myself, even though I possessed data
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| It’s not a part of my spirit to want to test nature
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| You think you know what I’m feeling, cousin, then let’s wager
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| I’m having trouble retaining new information
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| Familiar scenes starting to look foreign- derealization
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| Everybody tired of being patient
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| Mama wondering why her baby crying in the basement
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| Constant rumination just exacerbates it
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| To the point where I can’t even barely narrate it
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| I’ve had doctors tell me that my mind is fascinating
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| But they can’t tell me why the sickness has been activated
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| Darkness comes beneath the dying stars
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| With all the blood and scars
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| My mouth will hunt you
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| With fear — I appear
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| Nothing will stop me
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| You crave the creature in me
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| Shattered, I will capture you
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| So run
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| My head don’t work, the meds don’t work
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| But I don’t want to be dead, dead don’t work
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| Sleep’s the cousin of death, the bed don’t work
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| Maybe I’d rather be dead; |
| dead don’t hurt
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| Realization of an inherent emptiness
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| Maybe that’s another sin for the pessimist
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| Possibly I am a jinn with a exorcist
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| I’ve fallen because I’ve been on the precipice
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| Maybe it’s my mama’s possible regret
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| Maybe it’s a neurological neglect
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| Maybe it’s the reason why water’s wet
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| The angular gyrus and where the frontal lobe connect
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| But maybe I’m being too complicated for you
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| Maybe I should just be calm and explain it to you
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| The psychiatrist thinking they could fool you
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| Paxil, Zoloft, it’s just wasteful to you
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| I’ve tried meditation, tried to sit in silence
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| But how the fuck that help a neurochemical imbalance?
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| Why would you tell a person that they were childish
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| Without an understanding of the pain that they surround in?
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| I always feel foggy somatic detatchment
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| It’s like my body isn’t connected to actions
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| It destroys everything that’s affected the fragments
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| I don’t have nothing but senses and sadness
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| Darkness comes beneath the stars
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| With all the blood and all the scars
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| Nothing will stop me
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| You crave the creature inside
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| Darkness comes beneath the dying stars
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| With all the blood and scars
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| My mouth will hunt you
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| With fear — I appear
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| Nothing will stop me
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| You crave the creature in me
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| Shattered, I will capture you
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| So run
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| Run… |