Awake for the moment,
but half asleep the base component,
for productive twenty something trying to feign condolence,
For you're life.
Yeah,
I've heard it, that the world is filled with strife.
Or something like that.
It's a well laid track we follow the second we sip the sap.
That shit is poison.
Never trust their smiles or they'll have you by the loins end,
Or worst yet, they'll twist you till ya bend,
And then you'll mend into the title of a friend.
God send or just be sent away.
How do you prove your worth when you're not making someone's day?
Get dazed and cope with all that loneliness you crave.
A corpse bathed in rest.
Now what are you to do when there is nothing left?
Take that breath you've been holding?
You're feelings are the drywall and their reasons are the molding.
Man, why even play that hand if you're just gonna fold?
Another way to prove that it's in getting old.
A valley with a bird.
Whispers are familiar when they say that word.
Never have you ever claimed that you were not absurd.
Why can't they just take you at your word?
Come here now.
Move it to the right.
Now pirouette and tell me all about your strife.
All about how your were always right and no one picked a fight with your opinion.
Now dance for me demonic minion.
