Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, ayy Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, yuh Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, yuh Recently I just don’t give a fuck about a thing, yuh I just decided by the grace of the God Poseidon That you're so dead to me I dug a hole for you to lie in I'm sick and disowning All the moments And the key components That led me to follow hollow promises from empty monads It's 11 degrees and I can see my breath so I know I'm breathing but I got no pulse I swear to Thelema my heart ain't beating I better get Back to the black hole sun Leaving my gun I don't need it for this one I'm Finding the silver lining and I'm mining for hope Trying to keep my wrists closed