[Intro]

Leaves fall

Leave me all alone

I need to be at fault

So I can atone

If I don’t feel remorse how do I reverse the course

Of this distortion that’s been forcing me to see imperfectly

I must be wrong

My innocence is haunting me it’s been so long

Since I’ve been in a condition to belong

[Verse 1]

To any sense of harmony, thoughts are moving at alarming speeds

Sue me if I harm you please remember my intentions raise the bar I see as far as next December when I’m looking for anxiety

Whenever I am tryna be in charge of my emotions the negotiations fall apart

Coping with the holiest of hearts

My motivation starts with controlling all the narratives

I don’t have a thought to spare I shiver at the notion that success is serendipitous

Mere coincidence, figured your awareness of my ignorance

Is where deliverance can save me cause I’m Icarus

I tried to know it all, all I learned is I’m not innocent

[Verse 2]

Not even certain if you’re listening

Look behind the curtain for a minute then

Report what you observe to anybody any citizen

I have been convinced that I’m in a simulation facing systems of opinions that originate within my inconsideration

Winning’s not an option but an obligation

I’m feeling nauseated from the complicated nature of inoculation to hypocrisy

Upon this pedestal I’m letting all the voices keep on telling me Nothing more than what I’m doing wrong and who I’m not to be

[Verse 3]

I won the lottery, having been indoctrinated to the thought that decent honesty

Will get you where you want to be

This economy isn’t causing me anxiety

I’m implausibly denying being

Conscious that I’m crossing I’s and dotting t’s

Surviving is an understatement some debate required we’re deciding whether

Only reason why I want to die is that society’s not trying to deprive me of my right to be alive

[Verse 4]

And to say the promise of survival in a nine to five

Is demoralizing borders on a certain crime that I’ve committed

In a private, intimate, and solitary time

It’s involuntary I’m committed policy is final

The imaginary line has been violated I’m alone

Can’t control the climate so I’m hiding from the sky

Don’t remind me that I’m lying through the microphone

Dying to be recognized, while I’m second guessing why I don’t