It's a fact of life that we'll laugh and fight
Get stabbed right in the back, so then you grab a knife
Miss the past, the vice, habits that you had to bite
Balancing the sadness with this pen, can I grasp the light?
Acting passive like no pain is really seeping through
But I guess there's reasons I've barely been sleeping too
I hear your name and feel it's scary, can't believe the truth
I feel insane, go solitary then start feeling blue
Keeping to myself as if I'm found in that demon's hell
Wrath keeps on mocking me, I'm drowning in a weeping well
Wishing I was walking free but bound inside the evil's spell
Feeling like I'm falling, Lee's recounting how the bleeding felt
You see, MIC watched as the people yelled
Says he wants to paint a picture but the easel fell
Lately I'll complain as the sinner in the mirror swells
Askin' "Why can't God can make a scripture like the steeple's bell?"
Deer in the headlights, I ended up in the ditch
Went for love, left questioned what it even is
Fear that my head's right, I bent the wrongs to a grin
Mental drugs, rest threatened such would leave me stiff
If you believe in this, I'm saying I believe in you
You don't need a noose, escape it and just breathe as you
Try to find the two U's inside the I
Try to find the truth's glue, it binds the pie
Just take your fist and raise it to the sky
If you have a wish, well then today you won't be crucified
Seed to grow the fruit, pineal of the nuclei
Freedom so that you get the people here to unify