A mindframe of wire living bent
An abundance of one emotion, but why is it regret?
Like I'm ninety and still buying cigarettes
Or my birthday is in a month that the Mayans didn't check
Wings feathered by the fire in the nest
Stretch the fibers of me tired, so I lie within the stress
Like MacGyver in his vest, I'm wearing out potential tools
Blind while I pencil rules that I aspire to attest
Honest when I say I'd die for what is best
Everybody lives inside this world, but I live in it less
As I reach the treasure, feeling like a diver in a trench
I devour what I catch, I'm like a spider with a web
What's lowered with my health, is heightened when depressed
So much friction in my lungs that I could spite em with a breath
Used to sit around the highlands with my friends
Behind the Alberstons, we sat and heightened out senses
Swallowing d** as we were hiding by the fence
All in hopes of giving tired minds a cleanse
Through lies I would acquire my defense
Looking through but I was blinded by lens
My destiny was something that throughout my life, I would try to test
I would find that getting high would lead to likely finding d**h
Always took for granted the mind that I possess
Now I know I'll die inside it, I confess
Cause I've been finding lately...
My spine, it kinda makes me
Who I am, as I try to find safety
In this frame of mind that I designed vaguely
Cause I've been finding lately...
My lack of spine, it kinda breaks me
Asking who am I, as I try to find safety
In this frame of mind that I designed vaguely