One, two, three, four, five, six, I just wanna find some sticks and burn down some shit. But I can't start a fire when my heart is tired, wrapped in barbed wire and I'm uninspired. I just wanna run and get higher then I was before. I guess that I've done this chore a thousand times, and I know I'll just doubt my spine. The mountains climbed. It's done for. It was just this one war and now it's kind of just some sport that people wanna afford. Because they can't even enjoy it. So they try to get an employment and it mixes with poison. It's just so poignant and sharp, and it just feels like the sharpest. I just wanna be an artist but I'm not sure where my heart is. So I start this and stop again. I guess that I'm not a friend, I guess that I'm not a son, I'm not a gun, I'm not a pun that you can relate to, and maybe you just hate you and that's okay too, but I just wanna see if the days through. Or just beginning. Maybe it's us we're skinning. I'm not sure why I'm grinning. I'm just looking at these thin wings. And I know I'm not an angel. I'll probably just dangle or get strangled, or get tangled, or hung up by my ankles. Either way I believe today that we can escape if we try, and if we can't that's cool, cause I know we'll break inside. Hate the light, hate the time, hate everything in between. Hate all of your dreams it doesn't matter what it means. It seems like it's worthless, so throw it right into the furnace. You're not a person, you're just vermin squirming inside of what you're submerged in. Which is acid, it's massive. I feel so passive aggressive, I know the lessons and questions I learn won't ever express this. So I get stuck in my thoughts. Wanting to get it across but I can't cause I'm lost. Dead or alive? I can't tell whats inside. I guess I'll dive down and strive to become something that's not as high. But right now I don't really feel sober. I feel like I could go over the edge of the cliff for closure.

Nights like this make me feel catatonic, I guess the road less traveled's path is longest. Catastrophic, that's how the days tend to go. Seems right that life-like is all that I'm meant to know. These blues just feel like cinder-blocks. All these screws they use so tightly interlocked. The center shocked from reality's harshness. Walking tightropes to try and balance the farthest. This self-conscious over-confidence just built up more broken monuments. Godliness isn't something I come close to, and these shoes are so worn the bloods starting to soak through. All I wanna do is live across the street. Ownership these days means adding an apostrophe. It's all for free, they just neglect to teach that, the newspaper is fiction so don't expect to read facts. We need slack in the rope around our throats. We choke on the notes and smoke that drown us both. They taught me ego was all that I'd need though. Fake it until you're famous, receive payment for each show. Live slow, bleed fast and die stupid. I'm not supposed to care unless you pay for my music. Quit being paranoid and share the void, it's really not new. You aren't fighting the man if he's already got you. You're probably thinking the economy's sinking. It's constantly shrinking to the size of an inkling. You're probably right, but they have to feed the struggle. There's gotta be a light at the end of the tunnel. You're probably thinking it's all a conspiracy. Another extinct king advising empirically. You've gotta be wrong, your logic is gone, and sorry only counts if the apology's long. Days like this make me feel filthier, in a way guilty until proven guiltier. Kill me first, before they get to convict me, or convince me I'm sickly, simply and quickly. Strictly we're fed with self-importance. In accordance with no income to help support this. Even if we raise minimum wage in our miniature cage, nothing stays in place when a signature fades. So throw your cash at my hopeful trash. Get arrested just to blame it on your social class. Knowing that broken back comes with the job, makes me wanna go off and commit fraud in the name of God. This odd feeling of entitlement just comes with guns and an extended rifle clip. These idle fists cause primal fits, a hormone war zone to find out who our rival is. It's inherent I'm embarrassed by our careless violence. It's apparent the marriage we cherish is mindless. If the governments evil then what's up with these people? They grow up to get feeble or die by a leased needle. Each easel, a little less vibrant. Kids that ask questions, but all of them silent. Don't lose confidence when it's all collapsing. Our lives are jokes, but nobody's laughing.

There are things no one ever talks about. The world stinks, there's no way to wash it now. It's tragic how we all play a part. It's madness this is how we made a mark. It's not like any island that sits up in the sky. It's empty and silent and lives under the tide. It's something that kind of makes me wanna die. I wish I was bluffing but it's no son of mine. I know of a place that nobody wants to go. It used to be waves and now it's killing us you know. It's this island made of plastic and glass. It's a big giant space that they say stashes our trash. It's strange, how we don't seem to care. In flames, now we don't breathe the air. Exchange, all of your stuff for clean. Refrain from dumping your junk in streams. So let's leave I really need to see that climate. We can live forever on the dead of Trash Island. I'd better just treasure all the past inside it. Whatever the weather it's only trash we'll die with. There isn't a government that even wants to claim this. We caused it by dumping, feeding stuff through drainage. Now they're saying there won't ever be a cure. All this time wasted now the oceans just a sewer. Now that you all know the truth. Sit down, or take all your hope and move. To a place that's not as bad as this. It's a shame, where are all the activists at?

I started Pulling Teeth, now I'm hanging by the skin of them. A loose tooth to take and a tape of where I've been again. Winter went and took me A Mile Away. The ship always sinks, but I'll still smile today. I'll die tonight screaming W.H.Y.G.O.D.W.H.Y. and you can try to fly but your life's a lie. Now I'm making music on Oak Hollow like there's no tomorrow. I try and use all the sorrow to remove my bar-code. Punch me in the solarplex or hold your breath. Even if we don't believe in war, we mourn a soldiers death. Everything's connected, you can't fist fight this life. It's like it's always midnight and I'm ready to hitchhike. I've got all these dead heroes, batteries not included. All my friends are weirdos, this apathy's not exclusive. That's why I'm sitting in the living room sifting through fifty-two shitty tunes to stick to you or get only sixty views. I broke the ice with countless open mics, and played a house show with those Momus guys. It's all broken ties and spoken lies. Another hopeless night and I feel gross inside. I don't mean to poke and pry, but you seem soaked in pride. Take your oversight, go and die, close your eyes, it's closing time. I continue to email venues with no reply. Hold the line. I hope I wrote this write.... Make a toast to life and this ghost of mine. I'm a cafe ashtray in the rain on a sad day. I'll surrender to the embers and escape in a bad way. Mass graves full of people who aren't dead yet. And everyone's already said yes to getting their head checked. The next step for me is to occupy the corners. Busking or something for a five or maybe some quarters. Supporters always come and go casually, telling me they loved the shows or poems passively. Naturally I'm happy with all of your feedback. I need that to keep making these free raps. Screens cracked, technology's outdated. A starving artist hardly marches, and they always downplay it. Found pavement and wrote out my will in chalk. I filled the spots with skill and thought, but all I gots these building blocks. I can't leave much, just a foundation for improvement. But the rain washed it away today. Now I'm facing the music. They say just to breathe, but that's whats left of me. Words on a page, another shaky text to read. Debt is free, so I'll collect some more of that, leave it to my loved ones. Make my grave say, "Born to rap." Awww nevermind, I remember the better times, with desperate eyes so dead inside, but at least the weathers fine. I'm paying homage and being honest I promise. Waiting for August, but the wait is always the longest. Everything's going extinct and getting clipped wings, and I just wanna use six-strings to do big things. So here's a cutthroat love note from an over done dumb joke. Thank you for listening to what I've done and just spoke. I went from cars, to living rooms, to basements. From aimless strange kid to slaying stages with pages. I don't need fame or to ever be glamorized. I just wanna remember this, even if the camera dies. As Long As They Let Me. God damn it.

Ya gotta do what ya gotta do, when the man is robbin you. Ya gotta prove what ya gotta prove. Even if a hand is stoppin you. We are who we are. We aren't what we seem. We start to depart when we're starting to bleed. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do. Yeah. Ya have to pursue, what you have to improve. Forget about curfew and the house that hid you. The system's out to get me. They think my albums deadly. They wanna tear me apart and change my name, for sharing my art and any stake I claim. It had to happen this way. I guess I'll force it. Grab all the torches and burn down whats corporate. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do, when a cops on top of you. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do. People round here don't watch the news. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do. I guess it all depends on who we prosecute. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do, but only what the law constitutes.

Born into this fishbowl. I've been digging us a big hole. It's bigger then a kid's soul so I guess that's it's official. They told me not to talk to strangers and to be polite. But all my friends used to be strangers and they seem alright. We don't mean to fight, the fight just made us mean. We leaned into the light but the night just made us fiends. We'd dream tonight but then forget it by the morning. We'd leave tonight if it meant we'd die performing. I can't breathe, when the world I know just suffocates me. Please don't leave me.

I tried to give it back, but I'm so sick of that. And when you live to act, there's only one way left to skin a cat... Thin the fat around my skeletal structure, an elegant rupture, until it's all punctured, it feels like there's no skin left. And the truth is pretty itchy if it's been stretched. Big breath, now exhale and embrace the scalpel. Words printed on skin are a mouthful, but the meaning is doubtful. Remove all my old skin, make this the new me. Bruise what's been stolen then age it with beauty. Take what you do see, and add in some new meanings. A pictures worth a thousand words so notebooks are museums. A new freedom mixed in with melatonin. Everyone's sleeping unaware that their shell is broken. All my thoughts are skinless. Not caught up in pigment. It must be big business that brought on this sickness. When the cyst pops, I'll blame it's flop on the wires that criss-crossed. After lift off, the skins soft and not thick rock. This clock just says I'm overdone. If it's wrong it won't take long to cut out my broken tongue. Jesus Christ it's all these sleepless nights. What do I need to write to finally see the light. It's seeming tight, this skin that isn't mine. We're intertwined in a line to wait until the symptoms die. The skin we're in is made to deteriorate. We fake inferior shape and hate the mirror we face. So expose skin until it's cold and frozen. Don't make your bones bend, you're an open ocean. It's unusual and beautiful, the way that we're drowning. Trading locked doors for house keys. I wish this song wasn't about me. I wish this song wasn't about me.

I'm a stranger in a strange land, dropping anchor in the gray sand. Hey man, we got the same plan. Everyone you know today was made bland. You're a carbon copy, starvin probably, you're a mockery of comedy a parody of honesty. I woke up today and I guess that's okay. It's sad to say we'll pass away the first to come isn't always last to stay. A massive grave, full of homelessness and poverty. Guess that's the way it's gotta be now nobody will talk to me, about revolution, it's best to keep things quiet. On a diet of contrived shit, taught to think biased. Buy this science, it's an appliance of compliance. Let's all sit in silence and forget about defiance. What happened to the kids who claimed to be punk? Are they living dreams or getting clean afraid to seem stuck? Another sick fuck gets a badge and a gun. While kids sit drunk and stab each other for fun. We gave up on life cause it gave up on us. We'd play dumb on time to wake up on a bus. Out of town, down and out, alive with a purpose, to drive out the furthest and write more words in cursive. Sometimes I hear songs and get really inspired, to walk into a courthouse and start building a fire. Still we all admire a dose of stupidity, sometimes the worst lines are the ones that we say willingly. Philistines fill the streets talking indifferently. It's killing me to still agree we're lost in the misery. A symphony of apathy we're happy in our daze. Passively we half-believe we'll escape and break our cage. Don't laugh at me, I'm just a casualty, who only half-believes things happen magically. Don't laugh at me, I'm just a casualty, who only half-believes in happily, who's half-alive with apathy.

Some of us draw pictures, and some of us just sleep. Some of us are whispers, and some just wanna be. There was a man named Wesley Willis, he used to sit outside of buildings, fingertips were drill bits painting Chicago as his village. Filled with demons he saw since 26, the hell ride spell binds and he would run from it with notes he wrote on a Casio keyboard. He'd never need more, just a few of these chords. No one ever wrote a rap song for Wesley Willis. No one ever made a video game about his illness. No one ever built a statue of Wesley Willis. No one ever wrote a book about him or his illness. I guess this means someone wrote a rap song for Wesley Willis. More than a reference, or just the same name spillage. One day I'm gonna build Wesley Willis a statue, until then I'll just go get another tattoo. One day I'll design a video game for Wesley. As long as they let me, and only if it's debt free. For now I feel sluggish, but I'll roll with the punches. So rock over London, rock on Columbus. From seashore to sea floor, he was at best a realist. You can't forget a song written by Wesley Willis. He was a schizophrenic cynic that still lived through his illness. Some exploited his buoyancy and tried to throw the kill switch. He only tried to write the perfect song. The words were gone, he heard it wrong. Spoke acapella through his glabella. Stayed lost in raindrops, forgot his umbrella. Heartbreaker, Meansucker, Nervewrecker. Scars savored on a demon hunter cursed forever. He'd fight off the devils with a gross verse. Wearing no shirt, so sure, moving in a slow blur, no words can really do it justice. A plateaued fiasco, guilty of it's own substance. No puppets, just a man with strings attached who wrote a chorus for us so we could sing it back. No one ever wrote a rap song for Wesley Willis. No one ever made a video game about his illness. No one ever built a statue of Wesley Willis. No one ever wrote a book about him or his illness. I guess this means someone wrote a rap song for Wesley Willis. More than a reference, or just the same name spillage. One day I'm gonna build Wesley Willis a statue, until then I'll just go get another tattoo. One day I'll design a video game for Wesley. As long as they let me, and only if it's debt free. For now I feel sluggish, but I'll roll with the punches. So rock over London, rock on Columbus. Rock over London, rock on Columbus. Rock over London, rock on Columbus. Kellogg's Frosted Flakes. They're great.

I wish I was a better man. All I own is secondhand. I'll go into debt again just paying for my medicine. Our moneys all gone. Another dull song gets written by a victim who woke up at dawn. An interior prison of materialism makes it difficult to keep hearing the rhythm. A permanent mission to become consumers. Shooting the future through a super computer. No one cares what you do with your life. As long as you have cash when the prices spike. Like: GIVE US YOUR MONEY. ALL YOUR FUCKIN MONEY. Put it in the bag fast or things'll get bloody. My pockets got no money. I guess I'm goin hungry. The stomach that ate itself hopes that the payment helps. I want another try. I think I'm gonna die. The stomach that ate itself wasn't the greatest hell. I wanted to buy this. No, I'm not full yet. The stomach that ate itself got sick from the bullshit. The cost of livings robbery. Our laws instilling poverty. The stomach that ate itself hated the way it felt. I wish there was a point to this. But everything's so poisonous. A poignant kiss from the same commercial. Another hurtful burn hole, nothing is worthful. Life's as real as the news, that's why I feel like I do. I just paid my rent and now I'm sealed in a tomb. I can't afford this life. I'm feelin poor tonight. It's like a war inside how we're all born to die. I need new shoes but I'd rather use glue, then waltz into a store to pay for my noose too. Don't believe the hype it was created for profit. They conceived a life and we're just paying to watch it. My pockets got no money. I guess I'm goin hungry. The stomach that ate itself hopes that the payment helps. I want another try. I think I'm gonna die. The stomach that ate itself wasn't the greatest hell. I wanted to buy this. No, I'm not full yet. The stomach that ate itself got sick from the bullshit. The cost of livings robbery. Our laws instilling poverty. The stomach that ate itself hated the way it felt. Guess I'm goin hungry. Unlucky, crushed by those above me. Guess I'm goin hungry, no money, just another dummy. Guess I'm goin hungry. Unlucky, crushed by those above me. I guess I'm goin hungry, no money, just another dummy. I guess I'm goin hungry. Unlucky, crushed by those above me. Above me. The stomach that ate itself. The stomach that ate itself. The stomach that ate itself. The stomach that ate itself, hated the way it felt. The stomach that ate itself. The stomach that ate itself. The stomach that ate itself. The stomach that ate itself.

They always try to steer us, telling me to cheer up. But this is just what fear does, I wish I knew what clear was. We fill our beer mugs with our tear ducts. I don't wanna hear stuff so I put in these earplugs. We're all walking in place, talking to say nothing. Stalking our prey, afraid of interruption. So punch in, this is what a hunter is now. Run the kids down so they stay in this town. Depression set in, affecting what we dream about. So now we scream and shout or forget and leave it out entirely, lie to me violently. It's better then half the truth. Grab a noose for Happy Tooth, but I'm someone you'll have to shoot. I'm tired of the way that everything is. More inspired by the hate that's infecting my ribs. Then this fixed listless sickness, wicked picnic of forgiveness we stick with, full of gimmicks, minutes sentenced to pretend bliss. The days so long we write the same old songs, and stay so gone that we can do no wrong. Sing some more on your way to Singapore. Tell us what you think of war. Sink the ship to drink the shore. They learned to swim in the bourbon and gin. A person begins with a version of skin and purposeless sin. Cursing the wind, because we don't understand it so we panic with random antics these phantoms can't fit on this planet. Where we run from the damn sun. Don't put your hands up, find seeds and plant some. To whom it concerns, we've had enough turns of the Earth, it's dirt, worms, words and sunburns, plus a predisposition to sadness. Allergic to the surface and the wisdom of fascists. Addicts to the pursuit of never satisfied.

Ollie ollie oxen free. You probably shouldn't talk to me. Ollie ollie oxen free. We oddly wanna stop to breathe. Ollie ollie oxen free. Sorry you can't hide from me. The rain it came to bribe the trees. I'm always running out of gas and patience, running up my debt. I fuckin passed the station, hunting you to death. I know the taste, so don't show your face. I get overpaid to fill open graves. Ollie ollie oxen free I gotta shock and stalk the beast. Ollie ollie oxen free. Come out from where you're hiding please. This bounty's not proudly received. I doubt they'll care you're dying, see this isn't a game, it's life and death. You're caught in the frame of my spider web. Fire spread throughout this forest. It's gorgeous the torches burned off my door hinge. Ollie ollie oxen free. You probably shouldn't talk to me. Ollie ollie oxen free. We oddly wanna stop (Hide and Seek) Ollie ollie oxen free. Come out, the games over. Or is this a sick trick and we should stay lower?

(Tas) I'm watching you unravel from inside your shadow. Those monsters you battle will put up a fight. This is your life measured by another's footsteps. A stranger full of anger will strangle and take your last breath, and only leave a carcass to be known as remains in the garbage. (Both) I'm finding Hell all by myself, following the darkness. (Happy Tooth) You followed me home but I didn't go in. It hollowed my bones when the door was open. I swear I heard you walking, stalking, mocking, plotting. I've been running after something there's no way of stopping. I'm gettin lost, sick of fog, visions off, different thoughts didn't stop coming in threes, I looked all around to see no one but me. (Both) It's me that's out to get me, x3 but I don't really get me. It's me. It's out to get me. But I don't really get me.

Once upon a time I was a human. I was lost in line inside of this illusion. So stupid, just another dumb confused kid. In the gutter, among the rubble feelin useless. So I grew fists and started to form crop circles. I was a nuisance but it's easy when the ground's not fertile. We got hurdled into an asteroid field, woulda got further but that mass void's real. I make spaceships outta hatred, they just break quick they're so outdated. We're human, racin into a black hole. There's no use in savin it if you never had hold. We're human, racin into a black hole but there's no use in saving what you've never really had hold of. So really, aliens are real. I swear it's silly, but I'll say what I feel. In hopes they'll float down to my town to get a meal and reveal themselves. And I'll say,"Hey, can you take me away? This place is a grave, and today I wanna be saved. You guys are my kind of creatures. I'd die for like-minded leaders. So let's leave the planet god damn it. I can't even honestly stand it. Let's destroy it together, nothings gonna get better. Pull the lever and level it all, death to their treacherous walls. A rebel revels in the cause. Fuck whether or not it's met with an applause. Everybody's weird and they've got the same fears. Take me with you. I don't wanna stay here.

Help me, help you. Tell me it fell through. I hate this place, it's too late to waste any more time. The shore line looks sore like your spine. Now that we're here I just wanna disappear. So let's leave, you drive. We'll sleep in due time. Now that we've come this far. Let's forget where we are. I'll just call it quits and forget all of this plan. Why can't we just go home? Call it a tour then. I guess it's not important. Lost at sea, constantly. Wandering cautiously. But we're lost now. Stopped here, shot down. Living the dream isn't what it seems to be. Soon we, truly lose speed. Now that we've come this far let's forget where we are. I'll just call it quits and forget all of this plan. Why can't we just go home? Take me home now. Take me home.

This isn't my first show. I'm just living in your poem. Just some background prop that's so shy. I'll just die in this scene, so give me no lines. It's fine, I never had much to say. I can get booed and not even touch a stage. I just tried to write some good songs. But they came out all wrong. I only wanted to be a rapper. I didn't think all I'd see was actors. I don't wanna buy your mixtape. Put it back in your pocket and drop it cause the shits fake. Don't wish on a falling trapstar. They forget to mention that part where they blacked out in a crackhouse, gone before they sat down and the pipe is cashed now. I'd rather idolize idle lives cause every idol lies. But my eyes are blind and I deny why I survive. Worms will eat my corpse whole. I know I'm not immortal. I guess death is cordial so don't save my poor soul. We'll eat like we won't get full, the good kids never ever miss school. It's hard for art to be successful. Everything's so stressful, when your just a cesspool. And now I've been so drunk through each night. I hope this won't always seem right. It gets harder to stay awake, so I sleep the day away. No one should look up to me. I'm not what you want to be. I'm as lost as the rest of them. Swallowing the perfect medicine.

I'm taking steps towards paying debt. I made a mess with these paper checks. Am I the prey or the predator? Indebted or the creditor? I'll demolish myself, it gets worse before it gets better. I wish I wasn't such a fiend for all of my vices. I wish it was all a dream but now I'm clawing my eyelids. I haven't woke up yet, and that hasn't helped the budget. If sleep is related to debt, then I'm self-destructive. I need help to function, cigarettes and booze. Some caffeine and food, tell me which regrets to choose. Right now I'm a candle, burning at both ends. Once the flame meets in the middle, I'll be a ghost then. Smoke em' if you got em' Chokin on your problems. Smoke em' if you got em' Hold in all the toxins. Smoke em' if you got em' Soak in all the rotten. Smoke em' if you got em' Lonesome and forgotten. Smoke em' if you got em' Broke and at the bottom. Smoke em' if you got em x4 Ollie ollie oxen free! Colin speaks his problems audibly, I wish he wouldn't talk to me. Drunk, in a pool of vomit, we went to the school of nonsense. Got it down to a process to drown in unconscious. Killing me off, am I the main character? I feel so lost in skin so stained, I never got to wear it first. Stare at words, and until they swallow you whole. While a therapist works to try and hollow your soul. While you were sleeping I was up all night dreaming. Looking for a meaning in the way that we see things. Right now, I'm a cigarette, burning at both ends. Extinguishing myself, but if you got em' smoke em' then. Smoke em' if you got em' Chokin on your problems. Smoke em' if you got em' Hold in all the toxins. Smoke em' if you got em' Soak in all the rotten. Smoke em' if you got em' Lonesome and forgotten. Smoke em' if you got em' Broke and at the bottom. Smoke em' if you got em x4 Smoke! Anybody got a lighter? Thanks.

I'm just a tiny dying star in this universe. Trying to find light inside the dark with my useless words. Shoot the birds, and kill off all the wildlife. Move the dirt for what it's worth, and tell us we're gonna die tonight. Lightning strikes, more often then you think it does. If we got struck tonight, would anybody drink to us? Or will we shrink to dust? Leaving only ink to touch. Always lost in thought... Or we don't think enough. There's too much ugly in my bloodstream. It's either something lovely or unclean. Now I can't tell if I want Heaven or Hell. They poisoned our water and now they're selling the well. Oh well..... I'm a silent, dead key on a piano that's broken. Anti-heroic unspoken poet no one will notice. Hope's a thing with feathers. And all of mine are plucked. Float or sink forever it's better with eyes shut. We can't see how minuscule we are. A voice is pointless when it ridicules the stars. Meaningless or meaningful, There almost is no need to pull or push if everyone's drowning, alarms are sounding, and our hearts are pounding. What if nothing is ever what it seems? What if everyone is dead and we're all living in a dream? This place is a science fiction novel written in second person, by a guy who wasn't there that talked to a guy who observed it. It takes too much concentration to have a conversation. So shut the fuck up, or get stuck up in the constellations. Conservation, has never been my strong point. Out of gas, and out of road, and into the wrong void. What is the meaning of life? Give me a reason to write. A detrimental kiss from an existential devious knife. If nothing matters and actions happen randomly, let's agree we can't agree and go and start another family. The meaning of life for me is being an artist. Sleeping in garbage with unbelievable hardship. But everything's fine this is exactly what I wanted. If it wasn't well fuck it, I guess I've already done it. Fate is a monster, I'm always late to the concert. Saying all the wrong words and failing like clockwork. I hate impostors, but fear that I am one. I'd like to conquer but it's clear I'm here and I can't run. I wasted life trying to understand why I'm living it. Another makeshift knife plunged into my skinny ribs. Fate is a monster, I'm always late to the concert. Saying all the wrong words and failing like clockwork. I hate impostors, but fear that I am one. I'd like to conquer but it's clear I'm here and I can't run. I wasted life trying to understand why I'm living it. Another makeshift knife stuck in my significance.