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