[Intro: CORPSE]
Being alive doesn't make you alive
I mean waking up every day and breathing isn't living
And ultimately, no matter how successful you become or how far you go
You'll meet your demise, just as the next man will
What if life is always like this?
What if you die and the afterlife or your second time around is no different?
That would terrify me
I've been stuck so long trying to figure out why I'm still here because I know I can be gone whenever I want
And the most pathetic part is, I had to create a reason for myself to continue doing this daily routine
But what's the point in all this and me trying so hard to succeed if it won't mean shit?
I'm gonna rot, and dry out, and rigor mortis just like everybody else
I'll try to make it pretty
The Virus
[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
Given the fact that you are not actually livin'
It really won't make a difference if you attempt it
For instance, imagine if you had a vision of life after this one
And it was just continuation, but switching dimensions
Dementia becomes common and comets constantly hittin'
Your inner self tellin' you "Go to hell or a prison"
When nooses get to glowin' and now you showin' resistance
Consistently in your conscience, the demons want you to end it
Fuck it or fine "forget it", I can't picture the image
Seems as though my prediction is validated, I figure
Why should I waste my time tryna move myself and maneuver?
If you still stuck in the past and I'm feeling fit for the future
Suddenly, I feel subtle, not exactly a juggle
Tryna cut through the struggle
Ain't doin' shit but I'm trouble
Maybe the mask meet muzzles
My mask ain't made for this hustle
Never thought I would get it, the pain I always inflicted
Being alive doesn't make you alive
I mean waking up every day and breathing isn't living
And ultimately, no matter how successful you become or how far you go
You'll meet your demise, just as the next man will
What if life is always like this?
What if you die and the afterlife or your second time around is no different?
That would terrify me
I've been stuck so long trying to figure out why I'm still here because I know I can be gone whenever I want
And the most pathetic part is, I had to create a reason for myself to continue doing this daily routine
But what's the point in all this and me trying so hard to succeed if it won't mean shit?
I'm gonna rot, and dry out, and rigor mortis just like everybody else
I'll try to make it pretty
The Virus
[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
Given the fact that you are not actually livin'
It really won't make a difference if you attempt it
For instance, imagine if you had a vision of life after this one
And it was just continuation, but switching dimensions
Dementia becomes common and comets constantly hittin'
Your inner self tellin' you "Go to hell or a prison"
When nooses get to glowin' and now you showin' resistance
Consistently in your conscience, the demons want you to end it
Fuck it or fine "forget it", I can't picture the image
Seems as though my prediction is validated, I figure
Why should I waste my time tryna move myself and maneuver?
If you still stuck in the past and I'm feeling fit for the future
Suddenly, I feel subtle, not exactly a juggle
Tryna cut through the struggle
Ain't doin' shit but I'm trouble
Maybe the mask meet muzzles
My mask ain't made for this hustle
Never thought I would get it, the pain I always inflicted
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