My existence is unexpected and my intentions are unaccepted
what am I missin, a direction on my mission but I'm destined
for an enterance from progression if I get interests instead of questions
by my friendships which i've left em
cuz I've come distant and im despirate
I can sense it's detection
which is my position in possession,
thru my convictions n confessions
and my preventions of perception
also my decisions to dissection
like division, thats the
infliction of infection
i've got suspicions I've suspected
thru collisions which collected
I thought charisma was protected
but i did not compehend, so dyslected
livin pretend; then poetic
"just give us an end to our guessin"
well men, im pathetic, I insist you assess it
are you pissed my profession:
I'm a prick I've perfected?
Psycho dick, want discretion?
be my critic correctin my condition, convection:
convincin contestants im addicted to addin
an edge to lyrics listed, im laughin
cuz you're mixed out this message