I can't really explain it Just the way that my brain's operatin' I feel confused and crazy hazy Daily I'm tryina concentrate and Wait. What was I sayin'? Oh yeah I have a vision, a path, a mission Then I pass it, miss it, crap what happened Tristan? (My name is Tristan) I can't handle all these wack decisions I'm my own antagonism Just sit back and listen My mind is a prison and I'm stuck in it You can't even try to envision what it's like livin' inside of my sickened life it's wicked I just wish that I could sit inside of a whitened picket fence That's the kinda life that I would defend But I could only pretend I don't have any friends They all just pass in the end Cause I'm alone the same road that I've known forever on my own not together in my zone where no one enters I'm strolling a road which erodes and implodes over itself as I roll hold up This hole will never close so there's no closure Alone to the point of overexposure I'm going to explode and blow up I don't know what is the hold up Feeling older as the days pass Colder wearing grey jackets shoulders are just laid back I just feel insane walkin through the rain contemplating my brain The way that it's changed It's strange, arranged in a deranged way I wish it'd stay in its lane But it remains astray