Taiji Beats - King Of Misery lyrics

[Verse 1] King of misery, that's the title that's been given me Believe me, never seen someone who can make the lyrics breathe Quite like me, so effortless with every breath That gets drawn into my lungs, gets filled with the blood Of a broken heart seeking refuge in art But can't find shelter, only feelings of failure The allure of an easy life tortures me every night In the back of my mind, finds company with my demons Don't know how I still find warmth in a heart that's freezing I need something to believe in, some kind of reason That I'm worth the space I take up, searching with no luck Illogic thoughts tell me I'm grounded with no purpose A priceless, one-of-a-kind piece that's worthless Since birth is a d**h sentence, why am I chasing perfection Why do I despise my reflection, disapprove of my essence More stresses than I could stress, I press on nevertheless [Hook-Sade] I'm drying everyone's tears And there inside our private war I died the night before And all of these remnants of joy and disaster What am I supposed to do [Verse 2] My addictions lack substance, meaning I'm not drugging I'm addicted to this hopeless feeling, forever ready and willing To bear another burden, give with no hope of returning Reciprocation seems blatantly vacant, only trying escaping In hopes I can conserve the positivity that I have left Hoping that depression gets left off of the guest list At least that could put me at ease, long enough maybe To begin rebuilding a life that's been falling apart lately From no closure to forclosure, seems like no hope for A future outside of these Commerce City streets Cuz pain and terror's the only constant in these dreams There ain't never been a diamond formed without pressure But all these driving forces might crush me beneath a lecture And if ever I should die before I wake I pray the lord my songs to take Such a cesspool of secondary sickness That nobody in their right mind ever even tried to listen [Hook] Thirty-two lines nothing to do with c**aine That was thirty-two lines that were laced with pain The Cobain of my time frame Just me and myself playing torturous mind games I spend every day just preparing for more hurt But that mindset only makes pain worse The only thing I accomplish is living inside a fallacy Forgive me if I'm heartless, I left that on Newland Way