I'm talking empty promises I'm talking being so lost that you're trying new things strike out strive for a new route vices tangle me up like the knot in my noose grab the newspaper find the obituary section well maybe later Sudoku first my frontal lobe is less corrective not working you know I'm hurt I'm a mixture of calm collected but still irate cold thoughts no thanks any second before they loss the trace my mental escapes can't think about ending it close the curtain call it a day hopefully the devil won't stand in my way I'm talking backseat I'm talking left without any means I'm talking picked last now im growing louder than words could ever describe ill try and scream out sos cant even hear a sound im so damn high blasted into space stellar reality made control conciousness higher devices new technology allowed to manipulate the very state between whats good and great l perfect the idea of being real so they accuse me every way see politely asked you from me no different just viewed separately from other sources you take advice with no responsibility in the story of lies you fed them for attention has me cut up into little peices a homicide detective would not last a day on the scene ariving on the edge of his mental sanity early retirement never closed need answers closure so I can shut the doors instead of leave them open empty promises this rap is over I am sick and my stomach vomiting no complexion left