who are you survey says status sticks i swim three laps through each synapsis with my feet attached to bricks so when our shitty third world constructed social fabric rips i ll be treading water with every other iconoclast of fish that s a glitch in this system of o s and ones bitches and clothes and drugs in the midst of a frozen sun i still start fires on this earth sparking lighters with this curse i was given this addiction downward spiraling since birth and it gets worse for fish kind and i d give mine to fix yours but i m just as sure i ll be the one that dies in this abyss first best to pray i grow legs and hit dirt cause it s safe to say this fish baits a good occasion to get scurred it goes hook line and sinker i use my instincts to survive when blinded by lies cause they look like the keys to true bliss well here s a few tips for anyone listening to me there s plenty of fish in the sea but only some finish the dream i m one step closer on this path that you laid i m one breath closer to the last one i ll take and i rest knowing that in your hands lies my fate but i m a little unsure if i m worth every chance that you gave i m one step closer on this path that you laid i m one breath closer to the last one i ll take and i rest just hoping that in your hands lies my fate but i m unsure if i deserve to even ask to be saved i m a nomad with no direction or designated section walking two parallel pathways trying to make a connection expressing myself on etch a sketches cause i m standing on shaky ground and as the foundation starts to crumble i watch high hopes start tumbling down that rumbling sound you hear is from the belly of the beast until he feasts on young minds with ideals of peace and meal time will never cease yeah life s a glutton for its own self inflicted misery press the right button and see a million clones rendition of bigotry is it because i hit the dot on the bottom of my question mark using my left hand with the utmost of dexterity and the day i stopped intoxicating myself with conventional thought is when i had what you could call a moment of existentialist clarity and it s a rarity in a world where we can see in three dimensions but so many fucking people are just one sided while some blinded by their faith in a system which has more cracks than a wiseguy the rest just shook viewing the coming attractions with wide eyes  while some view life in a luxury box suite i m stuck with nose bleed seats trying to see my future through binoculars not sure if it s success i see or just a recipe for self destruction with something sucking me towards the latter and as my dreams begin to shatter i mask my face focus on my task and question if it matters but this inner sadness is harder to contain than piss in bladders swimming against the current mainstream but damn this fish done missed his ladder so they slaughter me to sustain an energy efficient status disadvantaged with an image that s been hollowed out by the gram to the point where a gaping hole trapped in skin is all that i am you re witnessing the fall of a man never risen hence defying the laws of physics simply by my existence distant from the norm cause giving in is a breeze but resistance is a storm that leaves your presence ripped and torn like a victim to kids on christmas morn they say time is of the essence each 60 seconds minutes form so i waste what s in my grasp then miss it when it s gone 