I lost my best friend to sadness
speaking these words at arms length
he said: to shake things up as hard as you can
and if you figure it out by god tell everyone
he said: failing is not just for failures
it's for everyone, failures just have more experience
but you can't quit now, you have to climb all night
climb everyone of their towers, and show them your life
but if I'm a quitter now, I promise I'll quit her in the end
I don’t need these weapons, I’ll set my heart to win
with the weight of the world trying to stop me
breathe out, then inhale my little heartbeat
and I'll do this for you, because the world might need it
if I don't I'll lose hope, and we'll end up losing it (oh well)

I lost my best friend to sadness
Even though we tried and tried, I guess we really didn't
I haven’t seen my chin since last may
I’m gonna hold my breath. Let's all hold our breath together
and turn this graveyard into a garden and grow from here
we give words to colors and swear we're not blind
we must be the last of our kind, claiming all the world as if we'll never die
we are the ones living right now clamoring around on top of everyone
but it has to hurt of it's to heal, well my god it must be healing
it's like a knife in the heart, and I'm starting to lose feeling
it's gonna hurt before it heals, but the pain is getting bigger
this dams about to go, and I'm running out of fingers
it'll hurt but it will heal, I'm starting to believe it
eyes wide open in the darkness, but I really can't see it
it’s burning right now and I want you to feel it somehow,
but without the pain of knowing it

when all is lost I won’t think of you
there's nothing in this world that ghost can do
no matter what's ahead I'll push on through
for your life or through your death, I’ll keep on

Until I've reached the sea where I can go no further
when all these possibilities keep forcing me towards their goals
confronted with their true self most men run away screaming
with nothing as their enemy it's hollow and it's whole.
stuffing sorrow in their souls
until all hope is lost in the infinite
I won't ever say goodbye because there's no good in it
I'll stay the course, you've sailed away
while my path leads to God only knows
I'll finish this race, you've quit so early
I'd invite you to swim but drifting is not swimming
and this is it, you've given me no choice
but to use mere words to stay alive. while you've paid them no mind.
and I'll tell stories about your life, you are no hero but I'll lie...

because, when all is lost I won’t think of you
there's nothing in this world that ghost can do
no matter what's ahead I'll push on through
for your life or through your death, I’ll keep on

My old, faithful friend
Don't give in to the sorrow
Without now and then
There can be no tomorrow  
To see them again

Atreyu’s horse sinks steadily into the mud
his weak limbs cease to move
white coat turns dark
his heart races in fear as he’s slowly entombed
Atreyu shrieks in tears
pulling on him not to give up
it’s no use
the swamp of sadness has swallowed hope
Artax is gone
Atreyu must go on alone
with only his grief and memory

Woke up from the
American dream
like this,
Hungover
Panic sweat,

Swaddled in
a state
Of sleep paralysis

snuggled up
suckling
The chemical laced
**** of a succubus

Held down
Force fed
The fuel of a nightmare

Til I’m too numb
to give a ****
While I watch myself
**** myself;
Apathetic
medicated cuck

Edging,
Tease and deny
Tease and deny
NO RELEASE!

This unquiet mind
My soul is writhing inside
Caught between,
darkness and light
These lows or the highs

It just gets so uncomfortable
Inside the comfort zone
I just wanna unleash the beast!

I woke up like this
Finna get
back on my *******

mood swinging
panic attacks
And all the sweet rage

spoiler alert:
I’M BIPOLAR AS ****
Streaming right now
Binge and cringe all my episodes

(Live and in stereo)

Ima trash all
my meds tonight;
Bout to raw-dog
Real life;

I don’t know if
it’s a leap of faith
or am I about to
jump this shark
higher than the horse
that I rode in on?  

Sinking deeper and deeper
Deeper and deeper
Like Artax in the swamp
..You gotta fight the sadness

Cause those with no hope
Are so easy to control
You’re better off
Selling your soul to
The status quo

What a time
To be dead inside
So complacent
Pacified and prescribed

Emily Dickinson was right,
Much madness
so ******* divine-
But I sense we’ve been desensitized

There’s a displacement of madness
Plaguing the planet
They all got a hate fetish,
But they’re trying to mind-shame
You and me?

Liquor got me so ****** I spilled it on the carpet
My brain is spinnin into emotional dissent like when Artax got ****** into the tar pits.
But still, the story never ends, it's always the same **** thing
And I can't even pretend that it's all okay when I'm flyin 90 around the bend,
Or when I wake up with a text that says "I love you" that I forgot to send.

M:
Love is oft forgot regardless,
Revokes your man card, man, and I'm man cardless
From being careless with my heart ****
But I'm not trying to start ****
I don't wanna whine about some **** ****
I wanna remix Black Eyed Peas so let's get regarded

P:
Let's get regarded in hah
Let's get regarded in here
My dearly departed got deported and then her name got smeared
Like a slam campaign celebrated with fine champagne
Except the partyt just got cut short by the conflicting two poles of my brain.
Much to my dismay this disdain grows.
Am I just really feeling this or actually insane? Who knows?
Callin "Doctor! Doctor! Give me the news!"
He says call Proctor and Gamble before your alimony money is due.

M:
Bro I just made a Proctor and Gamble joke ten minutes ago,
The coincidences are piling up g, makes me think of I Heart Huckabees,
That movie's got that ****** steez,
Coincidence or not I'm ****** lucky I can even breathe
Been smokin cigs since seventeen,
****** a couple beauty queens and probably did a bunch of **** that will come back to haunt me
But I don't flaunt these things, I'm gaunt, bruh, lean like Leland
Referenced Stephen King, bruh, Needful ****** Things, bruh.

P:
I don't need no ****** thing, I'm more of a minimalist.
I'm an Eveangelical Everything's Eventual imperialist.
I'm the second coming of the Reign of the Supermen, I'm not on the ****** Lyst,
And if you don't get what it is I just referenced
Then you better update your weekly comic subscription list. *****.

My life is benign like cyst, I mean,
Banal like a **** clenching a fist.
Yeah, yeah, we get it you're super tough and got a big ****, but here's a little twist,
I've got more facts than Oliver and last week was the last time that you'll ever bother her,
because tonight I ain't as week as you had previously thought of, bruh.
Within the next 5 minutes I'll have verbally knocked out all of your teeth
So no one can understand the **** that comes out your mouth.
I'll smack ya til you're slack jawed mumblin duuuhhh