Therapy (Session 1)

By A.M. Pressive

On Cycles & Evolution

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(Verse 1)

I know the pain of waking feeling hollow

You question how low you can fall though

When you fall into the bottle

Follow the taste until you crash in waves of sorrow

Do I really need to remind you that we live on time that’s borrowed

Yeah

It’s like a morphine drip you swallow

To numb the daily pains you can’t let go; they’re “so” colossal

You pace the floors ‘til the bottle won’t give anymore

And crack those knuckles with fist fights against the walls & doors

You’re fucking closing doors, shutting out the whole world

Building up barriers to bury yourself beneath the void

And when you fucking pour that much contempt in your core

A new clear vision of split atoms that’s radioactive

Self-destructive, disillusioned, destitute, damned, and diluted

Defeatist mentality can find confinement and confusion

I’m alluding the illusions leave you battered with contusions

You must confess to yourself, you’ll be the source of your own ruin

(Verse 2)

We need to pull you from all this nonsense

This situation that you wrought is so motherfucking toxic

Abandoned by all those who fear they can't change you

You're all alone stuck in this web that you've tangled

And it smothers you

Guilt hovers over you

You fear what you might do, things I won't let you do

I can fell that you're close to a much needed breakthrough

So take a seat there, I've got some things I'm gonna ask you

I'm gonna ask if you want to live

Do ya?

I'm gonna ask if you want to change

Do ya?

I'm gonna ask if you got the strength

Do ya?

And I'm gonna keep on spitting questions 'til I seem to break through

The think mantel protecting your mind

Down to the core drilling to find

Sinister chemicals all out of balance

Correcting that shit and then freeing your mind

Mending your wings, you can finally fly

And yes I know that I'm not Jesus the Christ

But if you don't think I'll try hard to save you

Then homie, I promise you better think twice