Don’t Make Breakcore - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Can’t tell if I’ve de-transitioned

Can’t identify my life’s mission

Can‘t settle on one position

Can’t trust licsenced physicians

Complex mental division

Obfuscates my religion

Resorting to submission

I'm on my knees and I'm begging again

I'm begging again

Sublimation, no breeding

Something tells me I’m not succeeding

Satisfaction is so fleeting

I wonder what it is that gives me meaning

Semiotic and exotic

So erotically hypnotic

When I sleep I’m not dreaming of you

One, two, three, four

I don’t wanna feel like shit no more

Left right, big fight

Can’t pretend I know what’s right

Five, six, six, six

I just wanna skate, relearn my tricks

Do what I feel

Not concerned with what is real

"You dont make breakcore anymore!

All you do is whine into your microphone

It’s making me snore!"

Just wanted to get inb4 someone states the obvious

The old me’s outta the door

"I never really liked her music anyway"

Among a hundred other things that people like to say

List of types of people in your bio that you wish that you could kill

And I say