[Verse: illbert]
Rhymes I invent will sow the seeds of discontent
Belligerently drunk I can't remember if I paid the rent
Tell my parents, I'm moving back in
Cause I can't win in this word of sin without repent
Away from home, I know I'm just a gnome
In this garden of woes, most of those unknown
Watching my nightmares unfold, right before my eyes
I try to cry but I'm denied cause the air's too cold
Then I wake up, I had a dream like Jacob
Of a ladder to heaven but it's heights I'm afraid of
I got vertigo like Hitchco*k my time goes by tick-tock
I'm not a psycho far as I know, but I think I might be sick, doc
Cause I'm a hypochondriac if you haven't caught onto that
Manic depressed, schizophrenic, and an insomniac
I'm mentally ill, consequentially rhetorically sk**ed
Incomprehensibly willed to finish the sh** I'm beginning to build
When I'm eventually k**ed, I want to look back on a life
Defined as alive, in which I could thrive, instead of one mired in drinks and pills
I'm triple distilled, in other words three times refined
I've reached a pinnacle, no more need to alter my mind
But I'm blind, plagued by a curse of the worst kind
To get my sh** together? Frankly I'm not inclined
I can't rewind but I'm not sure if I want to keep watchin'
My positive thoughts are constantly wrought with caution
Words are lodgin' in my throat, words I wrote
I can't hide it, I'm a misguided young adult
It'll take two thousand volts to jolt me from this weariness
If you've got a better plan please tell me what your theory is
But hear ye this: even to me my mind's mysterious
So my approach to life isn't too serious
But I hate appearing as a man who clearly is
f**ed in the head, you want to meet him? Well here he is
Shine the spotlight on the stage, blind him, remind him of his age
And that there's no way his fame could ever gauge
Can't even earn a living wage, so channel that rage
Take this chapter of life and scribble all over the page
[Outro]