Lyrics




Lets fast forward the future
Maybe cars will fly
An evanescent maneuver
Brought me back to life
I'm ever present, a doer
Should've got you an Uber
Missed trains, entrails, lay dead with the shooter
Like, shoot!
I should've did somethin'
I'm always stuck in my head
I should've lived some
The sun will set in the west
Let it dim some
And rise again when we're dead
Had a sick hunch
Nothings permeant
Times stuck in a tourniquet
Walking marionette
Fuck observership
You'll catch me walking the plank
I'm not deserving it
It's everyday that I'm dead
I'm not the first to quit
Fuck it
I'm a stay in
No one threw me a rose
I'm like pavement
Through the cracks I arose
Felt my body erode
Time kills, it's a part of the show
Gather round
I'm glad everybody came out tonight
As we stand here on our neighborhood corner
Partaking in this spiritual journey
I want you to remember that what you see is but an illusion
And every action you take
Is predicated on the fact
That your soul is terrified of rejection
The cameras off and curtains close
You can see the ego drop mask, it's vertigo
Room spins fast, no chance it's vertical
Upright dance, held holds it's hurting though
We entertained
Interlocked as we're all integral to playing games
No man alone, could telephone
I'm Louis lane
Catching message and sending home loaded tanks
To catch a bullet and let it roam is human angst
Arnold Schwarzenegger
Stuck inside a torture chamber
This planet wreaks of death
Holding back, wars contagious
You'd never think of that, but thinking back
It's normal stages
Finding fire, lighting fires, till there's no creation
Find a writer, exorcise her, till there's no creatives
Peg a liar as a truther, now they Joshing ain't they?
Nathan Drakin excavations just for profit baby
Laying waste to what we made now that's obnoxious ain't it?
Shit
Life is a trip and all that
Oh God they got it right
Oh this shit crazy, fuck
When are we gonna stop fucking killing each other?



Writer(s): Arjun, Jackson



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