They say "stay in your lane boy, lane boy". But we go where we want to. They think this thing is a highway, highway. But will they be alive tomorrow?.
Nobody thinks what I think,. Nobody dreams when they blink. Think things on the brink of blasphemy. I'm my own shrink. Think things are after me, my catastrophe.
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old. Will you buy me a house of gold?. And when your father turns to stone. Will you take care of me?". She asked me, "Son, when I grow old.
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old. Will you buy me a house of gold?. And when your father turns to stone. Will you take care of me?". She asked me, "Son, when I grow old.
All my friends are heathens, take it slow. Wait for them to ask you who you know. Please don't make any sudden moves. You don't know the half of the abuse.
There's an infestation in my mind's imagination. I hope they choke on smoke 'cause I'm smoking them out the basement. This is not rap, this is not hip hop.
I know what you think in the morning. When the sun shines on the ground. And shows what you have done. It shows where your mind has gone. And you swear to your parents.
I'm a goner. Somebody catch my breath. I'm a goner. Somebody catch my breath. I wanna be known by you. I wanna be known by you. . I'm a goner. Somebody catch my breath.
I don't wanna fall, fall away. I don't wanna fall, fall away. I'll keep the lights on in this place. 'Cause I don't wanna fall, fall a-. . way. I don't wanna fall, fall a-.
I don't know why I feed on emotion. There's a stomach inside my brain. I don't want to be heard. I want to be listened to. Does it bother anyone else.
I'm fairly local, I've been around. I've seen the streets you're walking down. I'm fairly local, good people now. . I'm evil to the core, what I shouldn't do? I will.
I want to drive away. In the night, headlights call my name. . I, I'll never be, be what you see inside. You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified. You say that you are close, is close the closest star?.
I ponder of something great. My lungs will fill and then deflate. They fill with fire. Exhale desire. I know it's dire. My time today. . I have these thoughts.
Scared of my own image. Scared of my own immaturity. Scared of my own ceiling. Scared I'll die of uncertainty. . Fear might be the death of me. Fear leads to anxiety.
Open the slits. In your face. And start your day. You don't have much time. To make your slits. Look just right. . I'm in your mind. I'm singing. I'm in your mind.
You will never know what's behind my skull. So won't you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.. . You will never know what's under my hair. So won't you say goodnight so I can say goodbye..