i wish that i could remember the day i lost it flip through the pages ive written when im unconscious i black out and i really dont understand it but everythings relative everythings relative right now i feel my life is a physical writing block repeating over the past while fighting against the clock and it hurts me deep down inside yo it urks me any incentive of a poetical scent of purpose is gone and i dont really say goodbyes much wasnt worth the wait but this is plague is mine so if i write it in script it across the airwaves boogie down break neck style emotion narrates the passion single admission to see the facet mingle within it and inflict it within this disaster like welcome i dont know what it means but it helps me another dying dream in the land of living wealthy to pray on constricted to the grey spots life is painted in four palette pictures with the emptiness my pain caused believe it though even in its meaningless i tread the water dream fully exceeding in whats eating me i get down  i get down down like how man i black out the pressure fade out the sounds i get down down like how how down cut youre wrists down pump youre fists up i get down down like how man i black out the pressure fade out the sounds i get down and its like this born into it another grade a reject another tombstone in the grave out of respect the descent in my life infused with religion got all my friends shot out the air like clay pigeons and it isnt what you envisioned when you admitted the single emit smidgen of ever giving a damn so whats my life another breathe taken water under the bridge a fool for the making it must be i mean love dont trust me fight for its feeling while i die in its company i get down and its impossible to get up a heart full of bricks with a mouth full of hiccups with more dust to kick up then ambition itself handcuffed to the furnace of my own vision of hell i seem docile yea born into the wrong child fight against the smiles and frowns people i get down 