Scripture Sybyr

[Verse 1]
Weird God for life, you can suffocate in my dreams
Making reality with this beat, lay your brain to rest with this heat
I'm the first type of my kind of art, never lost, just in the dark
In the forest I dwell, making hell, suffer spells
I was born in the storm, fucking raised in the forest
Never heard of a chorus ’til I decided to forge it
Forging my friends out of paper and clay, people be claiming it's gay
Now they're locked away in the building that I stay
Make a wish, feeling older, always sober like a bitch, boy
Now I go by Fitzroy, Mackovich, Lurkathon
Alias and alias, keeping my brain on lock, never flop
If anything, you’re not with me at the top, ah

[Chorus]
Whole wide world in a mess
Better yet, I'ma lie down in the nest
I'm the best, I'm the worst, I'm the future
I'm just stuck like the age of computers
I'm just stuck like the age of computers
Said, "I'm just stuck like the age of computers"
Whole wide world in a mess
Better yet, I’ma lie down in the nest
I’m the best, I'm the worst, I’m the future
I'm just stuck like the age of computers
I'm just stuck like the age of computers
Said, "I'm just stuck like the age of computers"