[Verse 1]
Too many scheduled appointments
No medicine to cure my scent or with that said any sort of ointments
These lines and rhymes ain’t my remedy
Regardless of my claims they aren’t actually
My healing but my fraud, blood clot
Inevitable messages that can’t be blocked
Rock bottom, I already hit that
Now I’m just dead weight sitting all laid back
Pay back for all those who made me suffer
Bittersweet revenge, time makes it tougher
The beat is drumming in my head
Day dreaming keeps banging till I’m red
Peace and quiet ain’t that a nice life
Cut deep into my sinful flesh with a knife
Said all these things so many times it’s so cliché
Ever second, every minute, every hour, every day
Inhuman, not a superhero but a zombie
Walking dead but I wonder if you still proud of me
Prolly wouldn’t but I ain’t really surprised
Maybe you would even like to grant my demise
Fine, these stressed eyes are such a burden
Whiteboard and blackboard I won’t be learning
For certain, that has been the choice I have made
Got no reason if I keep spitting for my own sake
Yeah, ain’t nothing for you to know
Talk about how many things I would like to blow
Whoa, I mean did that just come out of me?
Guess this is what has become of me
I don’t get it, I really don’t understand
But it resides in my mind so I don’t have to understand
Scratch noise, black Lloyd, not a toy
Forgot to tell you all I’m allergic to soy
Pain in the neck millions of cards in possession
Can’t stop fidgeting I’m starting to grow reckless
The pursuit happiness I have yet to find
Now I’m just walking in loops with my sight blind
Take a breath of fresh air I can no longer breathe
Buckled knees and tumble down to the feet
Uh, but all this is nonsense
I wonder just how much longer this thing will get
Machines burn out from being overused
Tired of people who have me overused
Nothing to lose, I’ve got something to prove
Won’t tell what I’m gonna do to people like you
Yeah, and I’m gonna make sure of it
You get that special treatment you’re gonna love it
Touch it and have your soul set apart
Ready for the moment it’s all set on the mark
Cart anything you need to buy
Cause later there won’t be any sort of time
I’ve got potential but it’s going into waste
Selfish tired writer who should feel shame
Yeah