critical thinking a sea of souls selling out but this ship is sinking flooded with watered down with subliminal meanings to wake up another day lord give me a reason are these prayers really working or just triggering feelings feelings feelings feelings i vocalize my pain and they say isn t it genius i d be considered a legend if i consistently bring it now is there life after death or just recall and repeat it or does it go pitch dark and just dissolve into pieces if that s the case i wonder if i departed this evening from the top of the 47th and just fall to the cement for the entire police quadrant and fire department to see it would my disembodied soul then reach its path of completion or just create another scene in which to deal with these demons not to sound morbid my views are just distorted and grungy i should cry myself to sleep on this mattress made out of money but i m not here to be liked i m not here to be nice i m not here for your war i m not here for your fight i m not here to be hyped i m not here for a price when i bring you the truth it s not delivered polite gamblin with my life you shouldn t have gave me the dice dice dice you shouldn t have gave me the dice dice dice all this misery shrouded in mystery of violent history thc chemistry cure for depression no there is no remedy allergic to bullshit no antihistamine top of the class haters graduate to enemies out on your ass is where they intended for you to be snakes in the grass i ll cut them out eventually slave to the media you got to be kidding me you got to be kidding me you got to be fucking kidding me yeah and we live in a state of confusion i hear what they say on the news they usually just laying a blueprint used to create a delusion movies to sway your conclusion used to delay your awakening steady creating illusions clues to mistaken the truth with no sense debating with fools who put all of their faith in the skewed philosophy with situational views too many saviors to choose i stare at the face of the moon too much information too many equations it s too complicated to prove stories portrayed we consume like thanksgiving tables of food i m sorry not sorry i ain t in the mood to dress up and play in this room you can judge me and say that it s cruelty i see the chains and the whip i just don t mistake it for jewelry fuck out my face now excuse me i ain t got no patience today so excuse me2