| Feelin lifeless wanna fight this
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| Feelin the urge ends up so priceless
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| Brought back from a hateful climate
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| When I get so cold and I’m violent
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| And I can’t bring it to silence
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| I’m so fucking absurd and out of context
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| Listen to my words dead circus
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| Were rotten with inanimate objects
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| Will keep you stuck in the process like cobwebs
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| My conscious and my progress will keep me comin
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| For the nonsense and I guess I do it for the
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| People who be lookin for my chest to stake
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| With the hardest of conscious
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| And I’ll be damn if I don’t take it like God blessed
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| And put it to a song so you know it’s nonsense
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| Don’t wanna end it all
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| Over something so painless, little dumb shit
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| I don’t wanna hear any reason that you would come with
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| In this life… my si-tu-a-tions fading
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| As I take flight! |
| From the top of the sky-scraper
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| Will you hear me screaming out?
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| Ahh get out my head out my nightmares
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| I’m all that I have left and any given day
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| It seems that I don’t care, yo I could die
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| But then I kill fear, Not afraid of dying
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| More afraid of living then tryna stay here
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| Stay clear, too many tainted visions of people perpetratin
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| To be something greater than they appear
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| And my appearance is ignorance society
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| Social sickness an a vaccine lies that broke hope I can fix this
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| Still dreaming playing with both clenched fists
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| That the hate will be extracted and replaced with self forgiveness
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| Forgive this heart and sick son of a bitch
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| That spits shit self medicated mortal enemy worst critic
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| Calling myself projection an working through infection
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| My perception is a bad radio station with no reception
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| As I sign off one last time then everything is all disconnected
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| In this life… my si-tu-a-tions fading
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| As I take flight! |
| From the top of the sky-scraper
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| Will you hear me screaming out?
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| I’m ten feet from the ground
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| Was lost but now I’m found…
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| Lost but now I’m found…
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| I’ve… been… Kick’n it in the dark
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| That’s more hopin that I ever have
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| Never have I had to list the shit I would rather have
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| Rather than life I’m livin now I been breakin down
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| Feelin like some prison
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| And I’m think’n bout me breakin out
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| And I know it’s not sane when I cock that thang
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| And point it at my brain
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| If I let that bang get the thang that it’s aimed at
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| Put in the pain there be more blame when I came back
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| In the after life… lately I been thinkin about the afterlife
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| Usually I’m thankin God and I’ll be glad for life
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| But you wouldn’t understand unless you had my life
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| Where I been, what I’ve seen
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| Your nightmares my good dream
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| And your love is what I need
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| If you can hear me when I scream!
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| In this life… my si-tu-a-tions fading
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| As I take flight! |
| From the top of the sky-scraper
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| Will you hear me screaming out?
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| I’m ten feet from the ground
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| Was lost but now I’m found…
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| Lost but now I’m found… |