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lyrics
(Verse 1)
Its much easier for me to blame the weather,
then to come to correlation I don't have it all together,
I've been appalled forever made my skin so thick,
that if I slept on pins and needles i'd still sleep in,
I used to think it was a race against the clock,
I find out its not cause the clocks manipulated by my mind,
Now when i feel like every second I'm losing track of time,
I guess it really means Im loosing grip on what is mine,
the water's fine in the sea of misery,
Im heading south powered by a freezing arctic breeze,
at least I have direction but I'm really hard to please,
specially when my foundation hosts a million sharks to feed,
so pardon me while I adapt my surroundings,
a million fish here wanna eat me while I'm drowning,
politely I'll ask you just to leave me where you found me,
I'm making a splash but its just the struggle sounding,
My pounding heart has always been the loaner,
with no insurance with its hard to be the owner,
its so big that if it breaks down I can't afford to tow her,
so on my license I gladly put the Y under donor,
YUH I put the Y under donor,
put the why over my head like why is this on my shoulders,
Im rioting with this system that's sitting between both ears,
mechanical, untraceable by soul see-ers ,
I'd hold tears if I had glands,
bionic man who's not advanced enough to have emotions attached,
focus is my obligation so my brain is a trap,
sometimes concentration, is a concentration camp,
ever wonder why my eyes seem so distant,
fake feeling alive trying not to seem like a dick head,
well its because life doesn't come with an assistant,
not all security blankets fold out to have a picnic,
so take your bucket of kentucky fried chicken,
there's no wish bones only rat poison and stricken,
voices in this head that i sit in,
when all of em are yours you have no choice but to listen,
I feel like, the point of impact,
a diesel kiss press my lips back,
tasting the inertia that is intact,
I hit it full force as it hits back,
my head is saying this ones gonna end bad,
it talks about my friends fam, back whens, then back,
to if Pat live will he need a skin graff,
Im in between the life flash and the pitch black,
between some guys dash and a lit past,
where adrenaline makes the heart catapult,
and Im a beat from being added to a car fax report,
before the beat ends and the paperwork is done,
where the depth of a last breath marinates my lung,
I reach a level of acceptance of the fate to come,
thats where I'm stuck at, uncomfortably numb
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