| Yeye, Losing control, finding control
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| What?
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| I’m like a run away train or a beast untamed
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| A mouth full of paraffin spittin' in the flames
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| More than a few lines written on the grave
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| Man im living on a page till the victim to the rage
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| Psychological trigger, pulled by the diabolical figure
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| I acknowledge the distance as grown
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| It’s like my thoughts are my own sometimes when i zone
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| Ego is over blown
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| Strugglin' to keep it all in check
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| What we need is more respect
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| On the same page we can all progress
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| But too many act like they’re too big for that
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| Whipping that car out of the lane
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| And then skidding back
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| The loss of control
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| Now you’re not boss of your own life
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| You’re trapped in a fight you got to resolve
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| And then you climb back gradually
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| And find that clarity
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| Then lie back happily
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| These voices in my mind are here to whisper and i can’t hide em
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| I try my best to fight them
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| Then I end up feeling violent
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| Know it ain’t my nature
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| So alone and zone in silence
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| Is it weed that made me like this or are my mind just like it
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| Stuck in solitude or sinking to a tiny island
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| Resentment building up inside me like a deadly virus
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| Where you end up in the way we pressurize it
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| Climbing back a wall and building webs attack spiders
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| Too many leaching off the empire and i can’t provide it
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| Trying to keep my chakras balanced in their prime alignment
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| Find it hard confinding
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| Frozen face smiling
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| With glass eyes
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| Plucking the strings of a violin
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| Work load crushing like a truck flipping sideways
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| Driven by the light i gotta flip the script write the pain
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| Flowing out the wall
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| I want to alleviate this migraine
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| I guess I gotta live this life and ride it out the highway
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| Losing control, finding control
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| Your heart and your body
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| Mind and your soul
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| Trying to keep a hold
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| But my grip stays slipping
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| Meditate for a minute till my mind state lifts
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| Losing control, finding control
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| Your heart and your body
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| Mind and your soul
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| Trying to keep a hold
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| But my grip stays slipping
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| Meditate for a minute till my mind state lifts
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| Steady with the slip
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| Trying to stay focused
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| But my mind takes a trip
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| Every time I take sip
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| From ho to housewife from housewife to ho
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| It seems rounded circles i go
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| The go go girls
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| Will get yo go go so so mental
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| The only thing that soothes
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| Is another instrumental
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| If the chicken leaves a sour taste
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| Tell her bring the menu
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| Cause we can be civil
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| And That’s all I recommend you
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| I’m taking control
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| Or at least trying
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| And now just trying to make a difference
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| And keep flying
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| Not just keep denying
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| It’s much harder to lie to myself
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| That’s why I’m kicking pirates off of this ship
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| For no one else
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| Blame is a funny game
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| Shame is another stain
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| Carve my name into the tracks where I used to play
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| Change what I used to say
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| Like I used to stray
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| Lose or gain control
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| Gain or lose a day
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| Its been a minute since we spoke
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| I’ve been battling the demons in my head trying to cope
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| Was it the weed that i smoked
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| Booze, acid or the coke
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| Playing shows every weekend
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| Then coming home broke
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| But it ain’t about the money
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| Really do it for the love fans
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| Saying that i wish he wasn’t so pissed off
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| When I’m playing Unaware
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| That my brain is decaying
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| Can’t remember where I’ve been
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| And my mind is relaying
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| Paranoid delusions with no real solutions
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| Running in a circle that my habits are choosing
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| Feel like I’m losing
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| And it ain’t no hope
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| It seems weird some will get it from the words that I wrote
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| But we are in the same boat
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| Trying to juggle addiction
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| Struggling' with the truth
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| That it’s time to quit them
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| Don’t wanna be the victim like the past
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| And show me
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| You wanna change the day
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| But it’s happening slowly |