When I'm by myself
I find my mind starts drifting somewhere else
It's not inside this dimension, it's definitely somewhere else
I wrestle with my thoughts
Constant wrestle with my mental health
I'm put on life support, I've been put up on the highest shelf, ah
My whole life, I've been fighting
This cake it don't have icing
These mantras I'm reciting
They're meant to keep me sane
I don't know if they're working
Cerebral cortex hurting
Maybe it's all learning
Maybe it's 'cause life is a lottery, what an anomaly
Sometimes it's riches and sometimes it's poverty
Sometimes your nerves have been fried by neuropathy
Begging the surgeon to have a lobotomy
Honestly, I'ma speak honestly
Honestly, life is ironically fucking me chronically
I have been ill in myself and it bothers me
License for killing myself, call me Connery, ah
I'ma be straight with you now
I'ma go straight for the heart
Pupils dilate in the dark
People die late in the dark
Noah was late for the arc, hmm
Noah was late for the arc
Genesis, rain and it rain when it starts
Genesis, pain in the art
Genesis, aim for the heart
Genesis
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Genesis
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
When I'm by myself
I find my mind starts drifting somewhere else
It's not inside this realm of thought
It's definitely somewhere else
Wage war upon my demons
I've been knocking on the gates of hell
A heretic, a heathen, I've been screaming in this padded cell
It's pain making, my pain waking
It's painstakingly cold
My soul aching, my bones breaking
When holding on to control
Wrap yellow tape 'round the body shape
Put the body in the bag, zip, close
It's malignant, it's mutating
It's such a sight to behold
Uh-huh, mm-hmm
Let me be real for a second, mm-mm
Tongue is a gun, is a weapon, mm
Reload, bla-bla, dead 'em, mm-mm
Beast mode, Armageddon, 'geddon
Let me take the wheel for a second
Hit a hoop like Shaquille O'Neal with aggression
Regroup with a three-point steal in succession
Swish, whoop, and I'm making 'em feel the profession
Making 'em feel the profession, making 'em feel the profession
Time is the order, the lesson
Time is a murderous weapon
Time is a curse and a blessing
Time is confined in the eye of my mind
That reminds me that life is just slipping right by
Take my piece of the pie and then feed and unwind
I find freedom in rhymes to define my depression
I'ma be straight with you now
I'ma go straight for the heart
Pupils dilate in the dark
People die late in the dark
Noah was late for the arc, mm
Noah was late for the arc
Genesis, rain and it rain when it starts
Genesis, pain in the art
Genesis, aim for the heart
Genesis
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Genesis
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne
Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne