[Intro]
Gotta find the right terms and conditions
Describin the state of my condition
Simulations going on
Information be accurate, imaculate on the ballot
Fed up, wordplay for the meds
Security or the risk of shittin on the page
[Verse 1]
Agin ain't makin it better for consumption
But the function stays the same
Aimin for the fame
But mouth is dry by the smoke
Fat lady croaks
Lungs can't spit another poke
At society cause its broke
Strugglin to explain
Puttin the pen to the paper
No God for the savior
Messenger can't find the message
Ain't even caused by spillage
Just hands immobile
Under the weight of my conscience
Futile in its semblance
Blocked by the whiteness
Hospital walls to the emprisoned highness
Hi miss
[Chorus]
Gimme the inspiration
To explain the temptation
Dont mention
The patience
And lack of sapiens
Oh what station
Singer without any words
The painter's vision is obscured
[Verse 2]
Didn't get the message cause im messin with the wrong rhyme
Talk about the blessing but the big dude isnt online
It's all fine
Imma do the shit alone but fast approachin be the deadline
Hope that I can finish it before time of the high tide
Maybe tap into some ancient power like a warcry
Words are floatin in the dome, can't find them cause they all hide
They dont wanna suck or be found chillin with the wrong guy
With the wrong guy
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Food for thought to generate the heat under this stir fry
Add a little powder to the power, make it all mine
Take a little shower, make it sour, this is no crime
Shit there's no time
Turnin heart beats into a deadline
Euthanasia for a youth from Asia
Outkast sayin' hey ya
Freya, hope that I can be your savior
Facts, even though they kinda might sound made up
You's is just a mofucking faker
Well guess
I'm Leviathan, I'm your fucking maker