CircaXiii - Asylum lyrics

[Verse 1: Lars Moon] I'm goin crazy Sick and demented Focused on a image Now were tryna to spread it Gotta sell your soul Find the grave dig the hole Say f** the creative mind Consume the brain as a whole We can't live like that Chains on our mind Tongue in the cage Saying foolish things Living a false fame We're prisoners to the ma**es Chasing crazy dreams Hide sad faces sungla**es Can't make art It outlast us That scares them They live in a shell I'm sort of crazy Couldn't tell Minds an asylum Creative thoughts don't mind him Can't help but feel alone Love the music For the craft and art alone Not the fame d** money hoes For the stories that stopped kids From overdose Fell asleep comatose Pour a drink Have a toast f** it I'll pour two I'm alone They'll never know They'll never know [Verse 2: Trees] They'll never know who you are until you go and tell em Don't say it , don't whisper it you gotta f**in yell it Block out the the paranoia and inner thoughts Overthinkin' is a demon and it will haunt you Pleasing others first was my fatal mistake It nearly cost me who I was but I stand here today and say f** what they say Your music is for you who cares who enjoys it if you can't love it too We just make music were not entertainers They think I'm complex when I rap and I don't blame em But I do what I do and I know I do it well I don't do it for amusement this isn't show and tell But insecurity can really be one heavy dumbbell Weighing down on your shoulders have you walking through hell Is it good is it bad? I can't f**in tell Do I stop do I go am I too afraid to fail? That's the old me talkin , cause I ain't scared of sh** When you stop givin a f** you forget what failure is You're a slave to yourself , to your very own doubts Fear pouring down from your own rain cloud But every second guess is a nail in the coffin I work through these words and the music is my office If I cared who was talkin I wouldn't be walking I'd be dead if I changed because of what somebody said Everybody wants the fame and the glory and the fortune If that is where you aim then this music will be torture The feedback the flame and the listener the scorcher You'll scream and you'll cry and eventually die But you'll walk and you'll live because your body is alive But your soul has died , and it cannot be revived Listen to me rob now is the time for finding You're losing who you are inside of your own asylum