[Verse 1: $ir LT]

Chained down, staring at the ceiling

No umbrella, rain bound, devil toy with feelings

Consciousness for art, you know what the deal is

Sign away your heart now them oranges is peelin'

Though, not the only thing on my palette

Red winds make a purple heart vanish

Juxtapose dark ridden anguish

With light, mixed kid livin' lavish

Avid firm lover of fashion

Flashin' flaws, scars not in panic

Grab his sword, paper then action

Mask is off, raw johnson magic

Melancholy is black

Happiness reads white

I'm always caught in the middle

This that duality shaded life

And every verse that I write

Paint skies, mind lie on flight

Though, I don't got no license

Impending crash wipe the lights

Though, I keep it clean no candles when you handle dark

Electricifyingly shred the floor, black is the spark

[Verse 2: mewing]

Yo this shit feel like a bad trip (uh huh)

Running off the fumes of bad liquor

3.5 in a wood im feeling average

Brain fog can't really do it

Bad bitches on my line, tryna rid the madness its bout the time

They say that you haven't really lived if you never do this but this shit feel like i died

I ain't really cut out for the night life

High off my ass and im swerving down lanes under bright lights

They telling me that i ain't christ like

Truth hurts but truth be told

No hate like christian love, and no date like one with a christian bitch in my tub

Paid like mr rich on my stub, better take a look at my wrist you scrub

Attention a hell of a drug, and i ain't never seen so many people want it wassup?

And i ain't never seen so many people get in the mud, so they could say thats where they got it from

Location off when i get in the club, no thanks im off of the sedative drugs

So basic off of the medicine plug told me that its time that i give this shit up, real talk

[Verse 3: $ir LT]

20 and unemployed, work lies in the music

Office jobs a void, no rhythm in a cubic

Fuck convention, third dimension cannot solve this rubix

Shades randomized on every side, cinematic; Kubrick

Antagonize as mad I'm fly, stomach's sick like flu is

Period, pad is knife, sympathy be too slit

I know that pen is sorry for me

People don't worry for me

Ain't around nor help with the bleeds

Yet, proud when that bandaid seams

[Verse 4: mewing]

Im falling down, feel like im sinking in the ground

I try to scream can't make a sound

Feels like got no more days around

Im falling down, Im falling down, feel like im sinking in the ground

I try to scream can't make a sound

Feels like got no more days around