Look: I aspire to greatness But keep tripping in maybes. And I hope I'm always hopin' That I can be honest That I can be open. But I'm always closed off, Always building walls. And I only want to look tall But I feel small. And I don't think there's a god above, But even if there was I still think we ****** up. Listen: I've stood close enough to me to smell the scared. I know I'm totally unprepared I make attempts to be candid But I walk around feeling branded By the life and crimes that that man did. Now I wish wish wish On oceans of my weak willed ****. But nothing gets crossed from the list. But listen, look and beware Because the more you haunt the more you care And sooner than later you find them there You've put them in your path to greatness As an excuse to fake this And keep moving around, shaking. Bones cold, feet quaking Hands tied from errands unfinished And sins and wins and all those **** wishes. Millennial ******* couched in garbage transmission With nothing to show for years of effort but failed ambition How have I been awake through all these lost years? How have I allowed these trivial fears To own me? Beware: It all catches you up, friend. It finds finds finds you in the end. But regardless of warnings given We never ******* listen. Shush. Pulse quicken. Bomb's tickin', but our War of wills has turned toward attrition. **** it. Good riddance to worthless Millennial ambition.