I got a to-do list of bad habits
Spending money like I have it living in havoc just to create
I can't afford to support my biggest influences, because you either live lavish or you wait
Most only make enough to buy new paint for their next project, but what color best represents honest?
That is without yet absorbs all concept
What artist absorbs every other artist and illustrates the obvious in a way that we haven't thought yet?
What artist can do no wrong or does wrong so well that it's convincingly right?
The youth is living through d**h by simply taking their time like it can't be taken away by a reaper who doesn't let us overpopulate
She says, some get to go but some gotta stay at home
For most people, hell is simply just being in one place
For some, heaven is never having to show your face
All the things we make just to hide behind getting high on our own supply makes art is no longer a needle in the hay, but a syringe in the needles
Because everyone's got a point but they care so very little
Originality junkies waiting for their chance to say something they're waiting for their names to be mentioned devising a plan to make themselves so important by doing absolutely as little as possible
Taking advantage of the impressionable
Impersonating a hero as if you understand what darkness that title holds, but I don't think you do
Sadly, the truth is being without suffering is like being without parents
What could guide a human more than pain?
What will sculpt a carving better than a blade?
All these rich kids are orphans with over-stimulated endorphins
Strung out on their h**ne mother and meth head father with enough money to ensure that you will never be poor enough to experience true happiness
For some, it takes being deprived to feel alive. Others know the value of life without an attempt at d**h and I can't stress it enough
I'm stressed enough as it is
So, I take my time like it can't be taken away
Don't tell me you're biting the bullets when all your problems are blank
I swear that I used to have a mind that's full, but now my head just aches from these kids that are so colorful and quick to throw the shade
When you're the only one to blame for forgetting that the world is not the past tense of whirl even if our lives seem stagnate
If we had a perfect view of the planet through gla**, could we look past our reflection to see it?
Or do we just see ourselves pretending to take the view in?
Acting like we give a sh** for the sake of the viewership that's already sunken
We are an audience in a submarine falling deeper into ocean water and calling it space
We are a group of people with the same thoughts as our ancestors
Still left with no answers
Still left with no way
Too clever to show that we have no idea what to do with the day
So we wait for the night, because it's easier to plague tomorrow with the burden of sobriety
Crossing our fingers that the sun is gone for good so we don't have to be. Drunk driving my own hearse in all white, because everyday I was alive I wore nothing but black
Because black is the only thing that is honest
It doesn't pretend to be something it isn't
It doesn't desire
It doesn't weep
It doesn't exist
And that's what makes it honest
Because when you are nothing
You can do no wrong