[Intro: Brooks]
Something is happening inside of me
Forming in the center and slowly migrating to a thinner layer of skin
Precipitating to my surroundings
There's absolutely nothing, all the direction has been obliterated
And in its place hope has been reinstated
And I find breathing is overrated, the reproduction of cells futile
Ending at a funeral I'll get married and go senile
Just wait a while you think no this will never pass
Hiding until it has and we are just above all man
Stand to deliver another message in my head
Your life is neither sacred nor worthless
In the grand scheme of things each of us has a got no purpose
[Verse 1: Steaknife]
After new mourning in mornings inhaling fresh air with nicotine
I stare unaware, I don't care what my reason here means
Everything is shady so I'm lazy and motivation erasing every ideal
Advance creative expectations, so what
My warm feelings are black from blue
I'm comfortable in my mind state ever degrading you
The drama of understanding is like being in your fathers' mind
When he sexually molests your sister one too many times
Or like being in your mothers' mind when shes popping barbiturates
And places your baby brother in a dumpster dead from being all autistic
Yeah I'm gifted, grateful, thankful for being in a sick cold waning world
While I'm strangling, beating the sick but fuck your girl
Your sadness is my happiness overwhelming my stress
Beating myself in the chest to please cardiac arrest, no presence
Mainlining with a used syringe on a heroin binge to find joy
The brightest thing I ever seen was a flame liquefying foil
Something is happening inside of me
Forming in the center and slowly migrating to a thinner layer of skin
Precipitating to my surroundings
There's absolutely nothing, all the direction has been obliterated
And in its place hope has been reinstated
And I find breathing is overrated, the reproduction of cells futile
Ending at a funeral I'll get married and go senile
Just wait a while you think no this will never pass
Hiding until it has and we are just above all man
Stand to deliver another message in my head
Your life is neither sacred nor worthless
In the grand scheme of things each of us has a got no purpose
[Verse 1: Steaknife]
After new mourning in mornings inhaling fresh air with nicotine
I stare unaware, I don't care what my reason here means
Everything is shady so I'm lazy and motivation erasing every ideal
Advance creative expectations, so what
My warm feelings are black from blue
I'm comfortable in my mind state ever degrading you
The drama of understanding is like being in your fathers' mind
When he sexually molests your sister one too many times
Or like being in your mothers' mind when shes popping barbiturates
And places your baby brother in a dumpster dead from being all autistic
Yeah I'm gifted, grateful, thankful for being in a sick cold waning world
While I'm strangling, beating the sick but fuck your girl
Your sadness is my happiness overwhelming my stress
Beating myself in the chest to please cardiac arrest, no presence
Mainlining with a used syringe on a heroin binge to find joy
The brightest thing I ever seen was a flame liquefying foil
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