Success is a feeling Not seeing for the things un being Believing in receiving The things un seen may be drifted In the tempted House of gifted Believed into temptation Beyond the contemplation Here i am in the mist beyond you Believing that you are like food Requesting what is my mood It is clear I no longer honor Neither grasp that longer But I have conquered And honored In the mist of you I am following you through Unclear what is new Not knowing what to do But standing here all confused Once again I’m in point a After point b and in a cycle I go Fuck this world I’m fucked and very stoned The rope that hangs So low the end I do not lend A hand that bends I had to send For I’ve ascend Hell I may end Plead my amends I must attend I’m not a friend It’s not a trend Now I defend The promise of the end ////Don’t let go//// Success is a feeling Not seeing for the things un being Believing in receiving The things un seen may be drifted In the tempted House of gifted Believed into temptation Beyond the contemplation The rope that hangs So low the end I do not lend A hand that bends I had to send For I’ve ascend Hell I may end Plead my amends I must attend I’m not a friend It’s not a trend Now I defend The promise of the end ////Don’t let go////