Lyrics Subasement Metropolis (feat. Larina) - Saint Sleep

I've been looking for a way to cope with stress and anger
My head is pure but all fizzy like its sparkling water
Avoiding alcohol and cigs to not worsen my case
Lots of messages and voicemails that I wish to erase
Always thinking bout the next release
When I'm about done working like an asshole on an unreleased
My happiness decreased
For every song released
I wanna move on to the next step
I don't care anymore, yep
Pause
I've been way too much inside my fucking head lately
Haven't been able to produce any smile lately
Haven't thought about checking on my friends lately
Haven't called my grandma at all lately
Imma need to stop before I reach the boiling point
But I'm always scared to slow down my pace
Like I was about to disappoint

Stuck in this mindset, cant create
Stubbornness, you feel the hate?
Nine to five suck the soul out of me
Art stuck in the dome
Too drained when I get home

Get defeated after 40-hour weeks
Got a taste of all the finer things in life and I'm still bittersweet
Take a seat reload the blooper reel
I seal my fate inside a camcorder
Been around long enough
To go right out of order right before I even start
But don't you love to do the things you do?
Yea but it's very irritating
Sort of seems like you've been acting selfish
And I swear its always weighing on my weakened mood
Gasoline is guzzling I immolate myself
To a city that just never cease to move
Like a needle in the vinyl groove
Needle in my skin I need a trophy for the biggest loser in the room
Assume it's me I've been the champ for a decade and a half
In an interview they ask me how I do it
And I laugh it off like it's all an easy task
But my secret is I force myself to stay depressed
I'm a method actor baby I pretend to be a mess

Stuck in this mindset, cant create
Stubbornness, you feel the hate?
Nine to five suck the soul out of me
Art stuck in the dome
Too drained when I get home

I always find my reasons to feel poor
A bit more than I ever expect from myself or
I ever expect from anybody with teeny tiny decency
Feeling empty despite the brain itching appearing so frequently
This not the type of "Set my life to end" shit
Or the feeling of slitting my arm with the lancet
Or some random voices in my head talking hectic
It's the type of feeling of not being in the credits
It's the type of feeling, eh, fuck, let's go chill
I think I let it all out, I start to feel so ill
Already lying around crippled, we got no will, for real
End of discussion, I got no bank to blow
Or will we know? Maybe but now I have a disease so
Now hit my damn heart deep with sixteen bows, kill me, hoe
Fuck, I gotta delete that shit off my phone

Stuck in this mindset, cant create
Stubbornness, you feel the hate?
Nine to five suck the soul out of me
Art stuck in the dome
Too drained when I get home