if i didn’t hold my head so high, i might not trip on little shit

kill me if i ever start to talk about deliverance

still my skin be crawling while i dig my nails into it

nothing soothes the itching, save the severance of bloody skin

what the fuck do you know about depression?

nothing

do i have to keep reminding myself it’s not a competition? yes…

really? who fucking died and made me king of shit hill?

i don’t have a lot to offer, so consider this my will

i leave my anger to the youth- may they burn you fucking useless wastes of air to find the truth

i leave my… i leave my never ending questioning to those who feels it’s beckoning and never seek a reckoning for blasphemy

i leave my apathy to every fucking pig that aims to profit from catastrophe

i leave my self defeat and all my anger to churches built to scare, and every bigot that creates and worships in them

i leave my drive and competition to the ruins of the system that creates them

i give up

i give my constant need to complain to anybody that can do it the same way

i dare you: fuck with me

cause ain’t one of you punks touching me

now i be running rampant, i don’t need a fucking company

huh… you think i’m all bark and no bite?

small talk and boxed wine?

small pox and sick swine, it’s more like…

CHORUS


but who asked you?
you worship rappers, flags, gods and statues



i’m at the edge of the world and if i step again, i’ll fall off

i’m not really sure if this shit is worth it
dissatisfied with anything that falls short of perfect, i cease to be persistent

a word from the distant relatives of people that appreciate wisdom, in spite of the dissent

the dissonance and discourse, they get what i meant

do you get what i’m saying?

do you think that i’m playing?

can’t you see it’s in my blood, how the fuck’s it not in my veins, being pumped into my brain

feeding frenzies that cause me to go insane

i’m biting and clawing at my face, but you don’t understand me?

well, who asked you anyway?

this whole song is now redundant

well maybe now i’ll sell a copy of my album to these dumb kids

fuck this, i never wanted it anyway

today’s the day i lay the need to change into it’s grave

so save the condescension

i’m sick of all the tension

the unanswered questions

the excuse of teaching lessons

the blessings from people that i’ve never even met, and all the hatred from my best friends

i’m a drop out, so test this…