I'm exhausted burnt out on consciousness

I'm calling it don't want to write this song

But something's got me here

When all you ever want is sleep then all you are is an insomniac

So where my zombies at? You know who you are

If you know what I'm talking about

Finally found my head so I shook it up popped the top off

And lost it thank god I cauterized my esophagus and soldered the spinal column shut

Now I'm a walking pop song because I'm thoughtless as a Vice columnist

Today I put a gun in the bank and a bullet in my wallet

Just to wait while I fold paper cranes outta my dollars to pull it when I want it

Watchu think this songs about?

Shoulda known I'd get hit with the way out of this

Shoulda known I'd forget how to talk my way out of it

The clout

Now I got a bone to pick with my doubts

And there's something I don't know that I don't know how to fix em without

It's starting to feel like common sense but I don't get just how to commit to the obvious

So I'll just shut my mouth and walk with these promises

I won't

I won't be

Defeated by nothing

I won't be defeated

By nothing

I won't be defeated by nothing

I won't

I won't be defeated by nothing

I won't

I won't

I won't

Yo snares are kickin there's the rhythm

I get a little weird with it when I'm in it wait a minute

My inhibitions disappeared like a shot of venom

Mixed with everclear

Why am I never clear on why I'm here? While I'm here Imma go wild here

Just kidding Imma sit inside and try to forget living tried to get with it

But the psilocybin didn't make a difference

Now I'm really tripping now I'm getting visions

Now I don't know the difference in dying and wishing it

When it comes to the benefits it couldn't fix ignorance so it couldn't get rid of bliss

Right? Wrong

Now I'm getting into it and I'm getting sick of it

Clearly I need to chill or get a little mental kennel and some kindling

To deal with all the killer's in my inner visions trying to sell me on some anti-venom

Trying to tell to off an intervention get a pistol with some well wishes as it's ammunition

Listen to my superstitions pull the trigger and BLAP figure out who really listens

Who really listens? Who really listens?

Whatcha gonna do when the visions get ya visions get ya

I won't be defeated by nothing I won't

The only reason I'm speaking is hope I hope

I don't I know

I don't I cope

I'm so strung out on the ebb and the

Why don't you just close your eyes

Cause I don't really know how to listen right

That's a lie really I don't know how to win this fight

It's not a fight not a fight not a fight

Suicide do and die you and I gotta lotta work to do and I

Think it's You or I or is it you am I?

Who am I who am I

A fool with his medulla oblongata tied up with his sense of self inside

Tongue tied to the better half of my selfish side

Who am I who am I

Confused as to why I can't figure out why

I'm in love with the idea of dying

Now I'm promising my promises that I'll never stop trying to find it

I'll never stop trying to find it

Gotta double up on the mindset or get in trouble up in the hindsight

I hope somebody hears what I'm writing

So somebody who fears what I'm fighting

Might show up with a fistful of light and forgive everything that's inside them

Whatcha think this is all about?

Shoulda known I'd be dying to figure it out

Shoulda known I'd be terrified to figure it out

The now

Now I gotta skeleton to pick with my doubts and there's so much I don't know

That I don't know how to fix them without and I'll be damned

If it isn't common sense but I'm just a man that don't know how

To commit to the obvious so I will just

Shut my mouth and walk with my promise that

I won't be defeated by nothing

I won't be defeated by nothing

I won't be defeated by nothing

I won't

I won't be defeated by nothing