Nightmare Zach Callison

[Verse 1]
He hasn't been himself for quite a while
He won't crack a smile
Prosecutor in his own trial
As the floor below him becomes so fertile
By his very own vile nile in exile source
But the pitter patter of his tears
On the bathroom tile
All his friends are dead
Heh, hold your dread
Not in the literal sense
He's just incensed
By his own dense
Defense of the friends
That pretend to care at his expense
Until he's dispensed
But that's just his two cents
In case you were on the fence
All option exhausted
So he writes poetry like Nas did
Just face it you lost kid
Just close the garage door
And let your face get exhausted
Like your playing in boss
You're nothing more than your feelings
From your floor to your ceilings
And out through your bloodshot ocular faucets
Boy versus brain
White noise versus the sane
Always versus the same
Cries for help exclaim
That he's beyond repair
He'll swear
He'll despair
He'll stare
Straight ahead in the mirror
At the source of his waking nightmare