I’m sedated
All these drugs keeping me faded.
Lacking taste right in my mood
When I flow straight into my basement.
Who can tame all of this emotion?
I’m hoping I’m not exploding.
Keeping distance from the bonds.
A close atmosphere when I’m open.
Living life just to cope.
Taking attempts to fix the problems that’s broke.
We packing dead souls all around so where’s the meaning of jokes?
The values are soaked
Cleansing in all our false negotiation.
Keep myself from really chasing I’m aching.