Vents - Existential Absurdity lyrics

[Hook] Once again in your dimension This is all original and brand new I walk around with a frown, blood on my fists, living covered in piss Nihilist; nothing exists and love is a myth Hand relief in the bathtub, cutting my wrists I drop the mic - crime scene - cops dusting for prints Burn reefer slow realising nothing but bliss Battle rap, cack, f** you your mother's a b**h Bad role model vents be like Motley Crew Rendevous in the clouds helicopter view Cops got a five by nine plot for you And prisons is private now so they can profit too Smoking White Ox, crime not sound so fresh Drug dealers and shylocks want their pound of flesh Broken bone sound effects, dreaming of s** Sharing bunk beds, cigarettes - leave me the rest Dream of success A little bit of weed on your breath is alright But for the love of god keep off the meth. (You know!) [Hook] [Beat change] I been sick in the main frame my mates is feeling the same pain Tossed in a bad place, powerless to make change Looking for meaning Anything to give me a reason to keep breathing Depression the demon that keep creeping Getting even with god and telling people he gone And ignore that mother f**er 'till he really respond My whole life I kind of felt I never really belong Hanging with the knuckleheads, taking hits from the bong Sleeping on Debris' couch in the golden era We holed up with hip hop in the coldest winter You not leaving 'till you finish your dinner and made your bed All the bones in my arse are like a razor edge My mentality is melancholy in a laboratry Making rhymes is considered in the villan category Fundamentalists and infidels I got f**ed by the industry once But I would never kiss and tell