CKL - Substance (or lack thereof) lyrics

[Verse 1] Orange bottle of relief filled every thirty Another script to follow on my pointless journey Too early to say that i wasted all of my time Until you look at all of this accumulated grime Past my prime, i peaked when i was born Going down the valley, mead when i mourn For this life birthed on this earth that is imperf Ecstatic that ive amounted to zero worth Just as expected, leaving with nothing affected Only dejected that i feel so disconnected Due to decisions that i always suspected To have poisoned my mind and left me infected Not zika, but i feel uh that im a freak uh Nature, major danger to those who cater To my needs, indeed im a dying breed Just let me bleed out so that i be freed [Verse 2] Clear bottle of empty that reflects my soul Down it like water, its smooth like this stroll Of life, but its starting to take its toll I know, that inside my hearts dark as coal But its cuz i light up and pollute within Considering the finale, but its cardinal sin Hardly know what im sposed to do bout this sh** Counted all the reasons and came up with spit Flick, quick, exhale and repeat the process Trust it, fill up my gla** with more conscious For the emotions that i feel medium-rare Nothing at stake, but soul tedious to bare Hideous, it scares people often out of my life Or could just be projections of my internal strife A line repeat from song that describes it all Its fine, just observe as i peacefully fall [Verse 3] White stick of joy that says its all over Hot at the end, im gonna go supernova Candle burnin twice bright go out twice fast So guess my life is just gonna forever last Take a belly to my belly and think of it nothing Make my breath real smelly like lackin brushing Rushin through life, achieving nothing, so be it All possibilities end in wall stained red soviet But not from nam, im chink just like zedong Im just a dick, but i mean is that so wrong I long to live a life just perfectly normal But always end up in a state of envy scornful Mournful, cause my beat flatline and neutral Brutal, waste my youthful being too f**ing truthful Or lack thereof, hiding inside from outside Up to a month before anyone finds out that i died