[Verse 1: Eyenine]
Stop listening to things that make you think about yourself
Drop everything that's been a hassle to your mental health
Watch carefully and then you'll see a bare and empty shelf
Carelessly you'll never see apparent calls for help
Well you believe so fluently that things can never change
And you stupidly refuse to see the errors in your ways
And I understand that this whole planet's thoroughly deranged
But that doesn't mean that you should so scared to break away
Well I wonder what's under the cover of darkness
Counting the number of innocent hardships
Making an effort to realize all this
Suffering has to be making some progress
Changing the way that I look at those places
Hating the way that you show me those faces
Breaking the balance of homeostasis
Taking my talents and calling them basic
I'll face it, well it's inevitable when it's set in the stone
When I'm sending my soul into hell and I know
That my rhetoric won't be direct in a poem
I'm faceless, this era hasn't made a name because it's tasteless
I'm sick of all these wasted cases and their makeshift habitats
I'll make sense out of rap and take this cataract
And make your vision out of whack
It's calling, I'm falling a little bit more every day when I'm stalling
I'm running from reapers that want to be hauling my body back to that old place that's appalling
Well I guess I know one thing about life
Everybody's ends in either death or suicide
And I'm just trying to figure out if what I do is right
So Eyedea, why don't you grab the mic and shed a little light?
Stop listening to things that make you think about yourself
Drop everything that's been a hassle to your mental health
Watch carefully and then you'll see a bare and empty shelf
Carelessly you'll never see apparent calls for help
Well you believe so fluently that things can never change
And you stupidly refuse to see the errors in your ways
And I understand that this whole planet's thoroughly deranged
But that doesn't mean that you should so scared to break away
Well I wonder what's under the cover of darkness
Counting the number of innocent hardships
Making an effort to realize all this
Suffering has to be making some progress
Changing the way that I look at those places
Hating the way that you show me those faces
Breaking the balance of homeostasis
Taking my talents and calling them basic
I'll face it, well it's inevitable when it's set in the stone
When I'm sending my soul into hell and I know
That my rhetoric won't be direct in a poem
I'm faceless, this era hasn't made a name because it's tasteless
I'm sick of all these wasted cases and their makeshift habitats
I'll make sense out of rap and take this cataract
And make your vision out of whack
It's calling, I'm falling a little bit more every day when I'm stalling
I'm running from reapers that want to be hauling my body back to that old place that's appalling
Well I guess I know one thing about life
Everybody's ends in either death or suicide
And I'm just trying to figure out if what I do is right
So Eyedea, why don't you grab the mic and shed a little light?
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