[Verse: illbert] Rhymes I invent will sow the seeds of discontent Belligerently drunk I can't remember if I paid the rent Tell my parents, I'm moving back in Cause I can't win in this word of sin without repent Away from home, I know I'm just a gnome In this garden of woes, most of those unknown Watching my nightmares unfold, right before my eyes I try to cry but I'm denied cause the air's too cold Then I wake up, I had a dream like Jacob Of a ladder to heaven but it's heights I'm afraid of I got vertigo like Hitchco*k my time goes by tick-tock I'm not a psycho far as I know, but I think I might be sick, doc Cause I'm a hypochondriac if you haven't caught onto that Manic depressed, schizophrenic, and an insomniac I'm mentally ill, consequentially rhetorically sk**ed Incomprehensibly willed to finish the sh** I'm beginning to build When I'm eventually k**ed, I want to look back on a life Defined as alive, in which I could thrive, instead of one mired in drinks and pills I'm triple distilled, in other words three times refined I've reached a pinnacle, no more need to alter my mind But I'm blind, plagued by a curse of the worst kind To get my sh** together? Frankly I'm not inclined I can't rewind but I'm not sure if I want to keep watchin' My positive thoughts are constantly wrought with caution Words are lodgin' in my throat, words I wrote I can't hide it, I'm a misguided young adult It'll take two thousand volts to jolt me from this weariness If you've got a better plan please tell me what your theory is But hear ye this: even to me my mind's mysterious So my approach to life isn't too serious But I hate appearing as a man who clearly is f**ed in the head, you want to meet him? Well here he is Shine the spotlight on the stage, blind him, remind him of his age And that there's no way his fame could ever gauge Can't even earn a living wage, so channel that rage Take this chapter of life and scribble all over the page [Outro]