| In every way, I fold |
| And I’m ashamed of the sound |
| Of my day breaking down |
| If I stay in this hole |
| I’ll be ate by the ground |
| The worms’ll mate in my mouth |
| I’ve gotta change, I’m told |
| Or I’ll be old and alone |
| Somewhere faking I’m proud |
| It’s either stay or go |
| And stay is coupled with how |
| I’ve fed my hope to the hounds |
| So what am I to say? |
| I can’t rewind |
| I can’t unmake |
| Everything I’ve tried |
| I’m at some place |
| In the middle of some night |
| At the edge of some hole |
| In a hell of my design |
| Thinkin' 'bout my suicide |
| Like who am I? |
| Like what have I done? |
| Where’s my mind? |
| I’m feeling like choose a side |
| It’s either lose or try |
| It’s either I move or lie |
| Baby, it’s do or die… |
| Baby, it’s do or die… |
| I think I’m living life all wrong — like a |
| Knife fight with an ice-cream cone |
| Like I’m not the might of the bison I’m more |
| Like a kite in a flight through a lightning storm |
| I imagined everything I wanted was a bandage |
| If I got it I could heal my damage |
| If I got it I could get a whole new vantage |
| Like I saw mold, said I know, add gold to the sandwich, yeah |
| It’s like my whole soul’s flipping inside out |
| I’m thinking my ambition is a wind chime now |
| Like hidden in me, I’ve been bleeding |
| And treating my goals like a drug I deliver myself |
| Everything I needed owns me |
| And everything I wanted was a demon feeding on me |
| And now I’m sitting in a low on a road that I chose |
| And I know, I know |
| So what am I to say? |
| I can’t rewind |
| I can’t unmake |
| Everything I’ve tried |
| I’m at some place |
| In the middle of some night |
| At the edge of some hole |
| In a hell of my design |
| This some kinda suicide |
| I’m redoing life |
| I’ma become some kinda light |
| So I’m choosing sides |
| If it’s lose or try |
| Then I’m unified |
| Baby, it’s do or die… |
| Baby, it’s do or die… |
| Baby, it’s do or die… |