it's like a broken record
stuck on repeat
waitin for the shallow seas
to recede
trynna succeed
in killin off the ego
dyin to lead
never will i follow her
into the lioness keep
she swallows any chance
in my heart to believe
suffocates my reasons to breathe
there's no space in these
departure debriefs
r.i.p. to the me that
starts to be free
once she got a sheet
of decreed release
the other half of my peace
started to freeze
paralyzed by a fear
bred by centuries
of deceased
swept in the
eugenicist breeze
carried me to
where im meant to be seiged
genetic disease
call it alcoholic
i just say it's the gene
devolvin me into a parabolic
bodily scene
welcome to the jungle
of heresy dreams
and as ill as it seems
there's still a part of me
that dares to be seen
as more than just an object
in this parody scheme

hook
its hard to remember
what we look like inside
our minds
far from the envious
masks we hide, behind

do you ever notice
the scars we keep
tucked beneath our eyes
at night
do you ever know why
our subconscious creeps out
it screams in fright

bridge
no more worries
its skin deep
only in our dreams
we will be free

there's somethin missin
in the way that she grins
its makin me cringe
hingin on the edge of
realism and fringe
it makes me sad that
we'll never be friends
cause i am her worst enemy
conspire for her ending
her reflections a medley
of pieces stitched together
by a desire to be friendly
but its only a glimpse
see the egos only hot air
in the loneliest blimps
im feeble in my trials
but they're only attempts
to get beneath the surface
with the glowing of fish
even with the rowing of simps
this boat can never go ashore
so this stream
is just where we will sit
waiting for a tug
from the going against
minnow bite the hate bait
knowing who wins
fear feeds anger
and it's turning within
cause the love i had for her
well, it died with my sins
now my heart is just a grave
decorated with pens

yo tell me what you seein
cause i don't see it
tell me who you want me to be
and ill be it
deflect your self hatred
like Manson
im your tourinquet
this inception is a nightmare
dyin alone, filled with regret
and still i upset
the balance with my brain waves
these doors of perception
finally opened
and these are strange days
so stop judging me
we all stuck in the same space
strip away the clothes cars and red face
all you are is flesh and dem bones
like an alice in chains head case
cut me down like Johnny cash
but im walking tall
cause i heard em say
that finger might be pointed at bliss
but the rest of em gonna slap you up
like a drunk Rick James bitch
im dumb but im famous
thats what they'll blame this
zombie generation
when the celebs are on pain meds
what a cosmic joke
and karmas at our throats
singing our tune
but hope floats
this murder she wrote
while lickin her wounds