Static - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Giving up is hard when giving in is still the option

Especially when the end seems to justify the means

One last time becomes one more time more often

Final cut falling apart behind the scenes

Creatures of habit don’t care what happens

Long as the serotonin keeps a flowing

Brain casting static, become one with mattress

It’s easier to focus in slow motion

You win some, you lose some and I’m on a streak

Regardless of outcome, the future’s looking blеak

No direction or paddle, six miles up shit’s creek

Hard to еat, hard to sleep, hard to breath

It’s killing me

Fears amplified, I’m now complicating and dividing

Walking a fine line between debating and of fighting

I can not find time, it’s too frustrating coinciding

The exit sign shines, illuminating and inviting

You win some, you lose some and I’m on a streak

Regardless of outcome, the future’s looking bleak

No direction or paddle, six miles up shit’s creek

Hard to eat, hard to sleep, hard to breath

It’s killing me