Movement III (Self-Imposed-Exile)

Movement III

Man, Shut up ("DILLON!")

NO! DON'T GO!

Taking my escapism to new heights
Withering psyche petals like botrytis blight
Movement III, floor the pedal, swerve away from my spite
Don't know how to verbalize my mind's kind of fright, so to speak, I
Leave or lead
I'm just counting on my need to live & breathe
I hate to feen over fleeing
BRB, Gotta read
Gotta spree out to different places as I'm finding what it "mean"
I just really wanna grow up
And everyone that is preventing me, I'll look to go outgrow them
Gotta slow up
Take this moment as a "glow-up" instigator
Never later, do it now, overthrow them
But don't be scorn-filled
You seek exiles from your own will
You justify the risks you take with ultimatum
On some comms towers hanging, hoping birds
Would make you fall in a drawn deal of letting go

I just-I just wanna let go
I just really wanna fucking let go
I just wanna fucking f-
I just, I just, I just wanna really fucking let go
I just, I just, I-agh, agh
I just wanna let go
I just really wanna fucking let go
I JUST WANNA LET GO

Just bring every string of a fucking raking-up of my soul
It's breaking and taking a swing at my ideals
And everything I ever witnessed as a kid
From the choking of my neck
To the burning of my checks I earned

Well, fuck this place and fuck this race
Of rats inside a cage
And fuck your faces, fuck this world
And fuck this earth
And fuck my life, fuck my mindset
I'm due to strike to nullify intrusive thoughts
I fall to fright
And fuck these people, Fuck this equal living
These looks are deceitful
Fuck this town, and fuck step dad
And fuck the ones who make me think as though
I need to go and self-impose my exile

Oh, what's new?
I've been forced to do this my entire life
I resent that I'm past-due on my view
As I'm chipping off the old side of me: (Glad I betrayed you)
"Fuck your sense of self, Erase it"
I wont waste it inside of a cage
I'm losing pacing on my inundated disintegrations of innovation
Brain freezing need some insulation. Agh

It's exhausting
Turn tossing
It's a real fight when you're crossing
The threshold you set for yourself
A "loss-in" is what I'm at

I withdraw and I exile
I'm sorry. Bane, reconcile
My lines crossed. Suicidal
It's my fault
I'll cry out
Agh