Breathe in slow with a deep exhale train of thought has been derailed so its lost till you hoist the sail flag em down waving arms like flail looking for a ticket to get out eyes peeled for the train comin round playing all these games got me down stoking up the flames you been proud you shouldnt be, look at you looking through me its just a game you aint in it for the love, just deciet sitting in the back of the bus just take a seat come with me on this drive to destiny its not a question i take lightly not a missin in my sights see its the blessing in which im invested its the rest of you that feels arrested its a part of that deal leave you interrested its the partial issues that feel neglected its the particles loose that get ingested and the art of influance that prooves the rest gum on my kicks stick my feet to the floor gun on your hip shift their mood ignore the son of a bitch hits you some more than the cut on the wrist that begets the gore Breathe in slow with a deep exhale train of thought has been derailed so its lost till you hoist the sail flag em down waving arms like flail looking for a ticket to get out eyes peeled for the train comin round playing all these games got me down stoking up the flames you been proud you shouldnt be look what weve done in the name of having fun its just the start and it hasnt even begun flustered with art then i feel that im done with whats on my mind i cant begin the describe its the medicine ive begged to be perscribed the best i can do now is wait to fucking die as light at the end comes to me why try ill tell you why you want the things that lost your way and now theyre too far gone to try and reach so be happy with the cost not like youre in the cold frozen over with frost Breathe in slow with a deep exhale train of thought has been derailed so its lost till you hoist the sail flag em down waving arms like flail looking for a ticket to get out eyes peeled for the train comin round playing all these games got me down stoking up the flames you been proud yeah waiting for that train of thought round the bend on the track you forgot through pile of debris you never bought or paid attention past the victory sought