Sometimes I feel like ******* drowning
leaving the surface and floating 'round
to release words that mix up
with waters weighing us down to the ground
air pockets rise, filled with sound
and get drowned out by the useless crap
that we surround ourselves with
I will be no more proud
but I will not stop getting loud
or fade in the crowd
I will never relax or quit chasing the clout
until this last note bellows out
I will fight to the death
of me or them whichever comes next
I will not rest
until my last cold breath leaks out
heard there's plenty of time to sleep when you're dead
so I live like there's not enough hours left
press on strong
I'm the artist of a brand new dawn
crossed every single line that's ever been drawn
now all alone, I see that I'm wrong
but i just keep making these songs until I'm gone