yeah, dissosciated soul, it aint just falling deep in the hole, wanna go sing when i hold the mic, wanna go harmonize the beats and say something what i like, too proper for me, so ideal it really starts to bother me, how can i think gold when i look at my hold, i say dont be depressed while am sailing in the same boat, tried to perceive a million things, but sooner i realized its all dust, pink turned to red ,sooner grey to be dead, talking bout my heart, gave it to someone who folded so hard later it cracked, tried to be nice gave a good piece of me soon i was termed holder of lies, how can you expect angels when i talk, i converse like a fallen angel taking a walk, walking on the smoky roads, shahmen and ghouls all surrounded, eyes on my moves soon turned my path too dark and clouded, vapours of false hopes and chances, i am lost and i miss my loved one, i would have done better for you, but i dont blame you, you could have passed me, maybe two personalities in me got me all crowded, always in fear with myself, time's going moonwalking on the thread, some things i meant for real, others got misconcepted, never got no chances, never got a being who could understand me for my stances, ray of sunshine getting slim on these dark roads, the only achievement left was banging shut suicidal doors, in search for a higher presence until i am pushed back to reality, demons on my fingers when i write my part, i dont mind as long as they strike my scores like a dart, theres a price and a compromise included, toxic going 100 i went black when i bled, its all routed.