You know I write, in hopes these words will make it stop Make everything feel alright Every minute is a new verse, a new countdown To find my end game is a hearse I cant stop it poetry and noting, jotting down rhythm and rhyme Knowing I march to a beat of a drum, one that is beating out of time Doing my own thing, with a future based on uncertainty But I'm scared of dying effortless Terrified of a death that's meaningless This is all that makes sense My mind's a wreck, the foundation is crumbling Ill stay starving I'll gladly bleed Expecting the world in our palms I'd rather die fighting for what I believe Ice flows through my veins Trying to fathom emotions that I struggle to contain Am I so insane? The truth made it hurt Forced myself to believe To what another's lies conceived Let the ice freeze the pain inside of me Allow it to alleviate and exterminate This hurt, this pain The malice, the shame The sores and blisters Hands worn thin These sores and blisters Arouse calloused I"ll stay starving I'll gladly bleed Expecting the world in our palms I'd rather die fighting for what I believe And everything will fall into place The American dream says work hard Pursuit of happiness Left with no promises Pursuit of happiness Left with no promises