[Verse 1]
Mangle majesty and fickle fantasy collide with hopes of amnesty for past endeavors
For repetition is practiced and evolution’s seen as division, see apparatus
Few have access to spinning axis of their own
Any fidgeting or twitching in my presence is in essence an envision of listless movement
Proven chakra alignments not a defining trait that makes balance tangible
To reach this status, the hapless haven’t grown

[Chorus]
It’s in my closet, it reminds me of you
It read “survive,” I see what you’rе trying to do
You just wanna live with no limits and no ceilings
With your faith as the backbonе of your truth, I see you
Youth, it needs a boost and here’s some proof

[Verse 2]
These attention whores [?] to those who matador the bull speak
I see red, blink indeed and peep [?]
To reach shed skin, bled when heart put out art endless
Straddling fences not intents to your rent intensive
Though rigorous application of mischievous fascination
With covering personality discovering
Worth is alchemy, pensive, penchants of reality, nice
Defensive paradise lost when it’s expensive

[Chorus]
It’s in the garbage, it reminds me of you
It read “grow,” I see this what you’re trying to do
There’s a delicate balance between pride and confidence, just being awake and being conscious
No more nonsense, no more options
Now watch this
[Verse 3]
There’s a throwback, I know that
Showing cats the dungeon is pungent punishment
Throwback from when you underwent the change
But you underestimate the establishment
There’s no accident when you master bliss
Tragic twist after this
Miss me with the history of empathy, bastards switch
Wanting a haunted legacy with weaponry they know’s not equipped without the knowledge to oblige and right the ship and shit
Man, I quit