Feeling paranoid, anxious, like I'm always waiting for life to happen;
What's next? I stress
About situations that haven't even happened yet.
Just to test myself I guess, make sure I've
Got some consciousness left, and some breath
From the lungs I bet, and lost a lifetime to.
It's true I do want something new,
But would never discuss it with you.
I've got nothing to prove,
But I'll provide time to choose what you lose.
Blacks and blues of a bruise...
New subject.
The effect is affecting me slowly
But I go steady.
Still unstable but I stammer to be able.
Gracefully gifted at livin' with a death wish.
Crystallized existence just to prove it was nothin'.
But somethin's always always screamin'
At the back of my brain, it's insane,
I can't stop it.
Regardless, I've discovered a process
To keep the clarity a constant,
I got this, it's obvious.
Don't wanna stop, so I'm not gonna drop it.
You can call it whatever you want, but,
I won't answer to conformity.