ED - Poison Heart (Prod. By The Secret Whistle) lyrics

I'm a kid who only shines when his skin touches the sun These insecurities consume me like a vacuum to the crumbs Living in the gloom Without a bit of it being reduced Drowning helplessly in the pitfall lagoons Soul absorbing typhoons ruin the ambience around me My surroundings are imaginary We're all human beings that have no conspicuous meaning The disparity between gone and leaving is the hope for an awaited return The words burn when first spoken you'll accept it for a deciduous solution The setbacks get out of hand so you hand them off into different hands Stuck in the quick sand No helping hands in reach My heart of gold has corroded into bronze I'm a vagabond wandering off between hell and heaven Don't know if I'm speaking to air or to god I'm under the coal clouds Daunted by the people that aren't fond of me I think out loud so my thoughts should be exposed right now I always recycle the same verbs, sayings and nouns I don't know what I write about I can't amount to the paramount mountain that is this summit Jump off this cliff that has my existence constricted till everything is obfuscated Why do I prattle to myself in these songs when I know I'm goin to disappear? If anyone had an idea of what betides in my mind you wouldn't be alive Life is a punchline Your life span is spasmodic then you die We're trapped in this habitat with compact cracks that are insured Gotta Writhe in the plight The night reminds me of my heart Cuz it's pitch dark Notebooks are artistry Come and critique this masterpiece What portrayals in your head do you see? This is coming from the perspective of a boy who fills the lonely void with a pencil When the lead instills on the paper it neutralizes the controversy in my mind for a little I write about the internal mind of the individual How we're welded in this life like canister How feelings Are the typical cancer How one's decisions are the entrance to a natural disaster I should clean up the puddles of errors like a janitor Spread vital messages to the world like an amba**ador Hearing the clamors from troubling men and women Lookin for a jailbreak but behind the bars of prison I hear voices of enjoyment but that's a figment of my imagination Every dark hole eventually glistens Every road less traveled regrows and recovers No difference between one another What a time it's been This comes from a heart filled with poison