Imperfect Mythos - Warm August Morning lyrics

I'm Jack Day that still doesn't sync With visions had him on d**hs brink God made mistake my path I think Watching own internal logic shrink Through my skin into on-line voices About me everybody else's choices Don't match the received noises Accomplish of which they all rejoices Buzzing inside of what little's left Someone else's life think I theft Stupid karma that I've ama**ed Truth is I constantly think of d**h Wake up picture an angelic female Who I've talked to but in little detail Weigh'd heart on kemet karma scale Became a victim to my own betrayal Damn it my 'friends' borderline evil But sadly they are the only people Who treat me as if an actual equal And not just an object of pitiful Placement inside box stuck inside When it comes to being despised But even if social standing revived The fact I'm not me still's survived I feel like soon my mind'll melt At least a couple years I've felt As if I should be somebody else Since tried hang self with fathers belt In bathroom pre curriculum of hell Delusions of un-grandeur I detail I am the rust in kindness's chain mail Can't figure out how to lift the veil So sorry for the things I never did Under this persona I dream to rid Often I feel failings my purpose My time feel f**ing worthless Single the sheep that the herd lost Archaeologists can't unearth this Real person that the mind forgot So I think of you when picking a lilac Cause you're accepted and not fought And that makes you everything I'm not I journeyed past misunderstanding Of technocracy inflicted branding Respect something now demanding Though glares that were damning Each time I feel like I can grasp it They take my success and blast it My common errors can't get past it My false demeanour cannot mask it Hard for me to be positive to people Maybe I should stop staring as equal Hypnosis applied to the sheeple This despised behaviour forever forever in my recall Can't describe how it sharpened my senses But I know my sanity gla**es need new lenses During this sensation my fist slowly clenches Agony present in past present future tenses Ever felt an invisible bug scale your spinal Chord and felt as if this could be the final Straw that broke the back of the rhino It's in my ears, my brain and all of my vinyl Maybe depression born or self destruction Notice how my secret sinner self's eruption Represents each time I got a concussion What's it like not being a burden or corruption Within as the shock leaves on a crucifix Where onto last visages of my sanity affix What if it's an allergy and minds playing tricks My life's ending soon what the lucid one's predict After my first failure it reoccurred Every time my madman stirred Attempt to leave old me murdered From the negative slurs inferred From formerly known as targets envy Written when I was scared to emcee My tongue slipped often carelessly This is the help not got from therapy Tired of only living for other abuse Wish I'd either succeed to recluse Or managed to succeed tying noose And recanted to put destiny to use