People say they can see my future in high definition
Well I only see black and white
Depicting that I'm wrapped up in an endless cycle
Trying to find the safe way out of a problem
Only to find my way back into it
And it's just gotten worse
I see that metaphorical ghost
Of the past present and future
Trying to show me my mistake
My path and that time paradox
Where I talk to myself
Only it's not me but a possible me
Trying to warn me that this isn't the track for me
Only to be blocked by requests from
Him, her, him, him, her, him, her
All these applauds from cardboard cutouts
My voice being blocked by...
Fake
My voice being blocked by...
Fake
My voice being blocked by the fake
The adrenaline of being forced out of a house
Told that I'm not trustworthy
Kept out of a loop I was interested in
I'm being told by myself
I'm going down a path I possibly can't come back from
That I'm gonna feel pain worse than getting a tattoo
Worse than fracturing a knee
Worse than even the end of the world
I'm going down...
Black and white
Technicolor
I'm going down...
People say they can see my future in high definition
But I can only see black and white
With shades of red for the blood