[Verse 1]

I wish that I could remember the day I lost it

Flip through the pages I’ve written when I’m unconscious

I black out and I really don’t understand it

But everything’s relative

Everything’s relative right now

I feel my life is a physical writing block

Repeating over the past

While fighting against the clock

And it hurts me

Deep down inside, yo it urks me

Any incentive of a poetical scent of purpose is gone

And I don’t really say goodbye’s much

Wasn’t worth the wait

But this is plague is mine (yup)

So if I write it, in script it across the airwaves

Boogie down, break neck style

Emotion narrates the passion

Single admission to see the facet

Mingle within it and inflict it within this disaster?

Like welcome

I don’t know what it means but it helps me

Another dying dream in the land of living wealthy

To pray on

Constricted to the grey spots

Life is painted in four palette pictures

With the emptiness my pain caused

Believe it though

Even in it’s meaningless

I tread the water dream fully

Exceeding in what’s eating me

I get down

[Chorus]

I get down (and its like this)

Down like how?

Man, I black out the pressure

Fade out the sounds

I get down (its like this)

Down like how?

How down cut you’re wrists down

Pump you’re fists up

I get down (and its like this)

Down like how?

Man, I black out the pressure

Fade out the sounds

I get down

And its like this

[Verse 2]

Born into it

Another grade-A reject

Another tombstone in the grave out of respect

The descent in my life infused with religion

Got all my friends shot out the air like clay pigeons

And it isn’t

What you envisioned when you admitted

The single emit smidgen of ever giving a damn

So what’s my life?

Another breathe taken

Water under the bridge

A fool for the making

It must be

I mean, love don’t trust me

Fight for its feeling

While I die in its company

I get down

And it’s impossible to get up

A heart full of bricks

With a mouth full of hiccups

With more dust to kick up

Then ambition itself

Handcuffed to the furnace of my own vision of hell

I seem docile

Yea, born into the wrong child

Fight against the smiles and frowns

People I get down

[Chorus]

I get down (and its like this)

Down like how?

Man, I black out the pressure

Fade out the sounds

I get down (its like this)

Down like how?

How down cut you’re wrists down

Pump you’re fists up

I get down (and its like this)

Down like how?

Man, I black out the pressure

Fade out the sounds

I get down

And its like this