(Afterlife beat) #FUXwidditent #fuxwidditent #613 #D3CAY I guess, my head gets stuck in a panic Tryna write songs always spittin on truth Half the people in the audience don’t know how to handle it They act like they do, as if they’re on a set of hamlet Still As dead as my soul, they say I’m classified inanimate the end of my road, I’ve reached, I walk through hell and back again oh lord yes I know, I think I need to see a therapist But I’ll never go, to me they’re equal to a terrorist They’ll be in control, if you let them inside your head and shit And I dont know, if I can continue to bear like this just wanna go home, but where is home? I never had that shit The end of my road, I see it clearly on the precipice As I look below, too everyone who never gave a shit Who all laughed and smiled, as I slid deeper into darkness bitch My brain don’t retire… always making me say some stupid shit And I guess I’m stuck with anxiety My soul inside always waging a war Brain stuck in the mindset of rioting Too weird to fit in with society Too different, too much damn variety Prioritize to never reach sobriety Always doing stupid shit for notoriety Watch as I decay, decay, decay (4x)