i have never felt such frustration as i lose count of the days that i tried but you you drag me under its like a fucking disease im losing myself in negativity around every corner this self doubt follows me i try to rise but when i look down my feet are firmly on the ground and i cant dissolve your control if you find a god please tell him that my brothers have all gone mad were all trying to kill each other and my spirits trapped between the concrete and the sky inbetween birth and death its just a struggle to survive over and over and over and over again i feel like ive reached the end your pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing but my will to fight still burns coz i got to find a better way but i fear its getting too late i look around i look down and my feet are firmly on the ground