i cannot count on anyone else to help me out cuz this is all about myself
right now, i shall struggle a little but i'm still lost on my route
i'll tell you how it does feel, like i'm soft as a pillow
well it's my fault, no doubt, so i've gotta deal with the real problems dealt
cuz i won't get another window, then hit rock bottom, ouch
i thought i solved the riddle, please just shut your mouths
that not a single album's under my belt to put onto these shelves
two middle fingers to the devil, don't tell me i'm false
i am level, the hell with results, peace can never be scheduled
don't bring the incredible hulk, i'm already a rebel, call me a grouch
as i continue to peddle with, in my pouch, heavy metal until business is settled
no witnesses allowed and when i head back to my house, i mellow on the couch
with instrumentals for instance, incidentals like alcohol
and endo smells resembling clouds instantly wow, i'm better mentally, pal
but when will my skills i've built and installed meant to instill our morale halt
should i refill the pills which tell me to chill instead of killin myself and rebel?
this isn't a drill, i've fallen downhill from the clouds, god i'm not proud
i'm not healing, i've kneeled and bowed, yet freedoms aren't within these bounds
force fields i saw, there's no kingdom around, too many demons, i think i'ma drown
there's no screamin allowed, my dreams seem too loud, who's leadin these crowds
a king with a crown?
LOF: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=162542