Torres - God Complex (prod. IGNORVNCE) lyrics

Where are my people I was far away Away from you Teary eyes that's All I knew God forbidden god has stricken Hands on my clock have stopped ticking I know this ain't livin Because livin' ain't supposed so f**ing hard Elevated minds stay desolate apart Isolation we're cold and apart Location far away from the heart I knew I was a black sheep from the start Far away from the herd And the shepard's words But loneliness is the tip of the iceberg And I write till I find Salvation on the other side of my mind And even if I didn't I still live in hell Purpose with your wishes at the bottom well Sanity's thoughts and the sh** that I dwell I fell And that's a fact I can admit But in the process I caused an eclipse With the energy that I emmit Now to just commit Or suffer this I never meant to be this way Running out of things to say everyday In a way But I still got things I wanna say All a part of the prophecy How often Do people put themselves in a coffin Expanding the minds we get lost in In the skull cap I'm locked in And I feel I'm on the outside looking in Witnessing from a third person perspective Lost my mind now its time to play detective What am I detecting What were you suspecting All I needs affection Im malnourished This story of a boy who lost all courage Last but not least I arrive at the feast Turns out now I'm in the belly of the beast This is not what I asked for One dark thought and it turns into a blackhole I know I felt different Since we was children Not a hero not villain Somewhere in the spectrum I would toss ideas to see if i can still catch them Cause if i flip it, can't I invent something Spending all day on innocent creations Mary shelly sh** now I'm fighting my creations Gonna follow me till d**h and cremation With the allegations Tryin to reach my destination Recollecting times where radio stations Were the garden of eden All i believed in That me myself and I were different from these heathens One day I will grow up And we will all be eating But until then I'm respectably retreating Putin distance between me and these cretins Barrel rolling and I'm out of control Looking for bank rolls and pesos But mirrors bend my path at different angles Fallen angels and envious chatter from these chained souls Notebooks with blank rows Its a problem that's age old Minus well go chill out on the railroads Still looking for my mind like that scarecrow In need of a Miracle