[Verse 1]

And he be lifted on his ones again

Love the lack of light; an appetite for when the sun descends

Flash back to swearing he’d never be one of them

If you hate the now by default do you love the end?

It's fucked up that dumb luck got him this far

Cold solders quick march living to be discharged

Kids laughed all bathing in their naivety

Save face and raise the front that few have seen beneath

Philosophize in private, let the pastor preach

Looms up on a m a n n y beat, that’s a banger guaranteed

Manic dreams, fallacies and catastrophes

Hack the seams of reality, grab the Haberdashery

"Damn it he’s gotta hiding inside the higher plain?"

Lack of friendly memories, it’s time to let the mind erase

Like he ever could command it, heart’s the darkest

She laughed and ate it regardless without the garnish

Starving artist, need to be eating his words

'Cos they equate to the pay that he be seeking in verse

See that’s an argument he never willing to instigate

But push comes to shove and scraps occupy the dinner plate

Sick of love... Sick of trust... Sick of fate

And sick of time - he ain’t itching to grip a Zimmer frame

Searching for nirvana... nah nevermind

Down and out getting high, clown about with pennywise