catching up on my rest in the excess i aint depressed i'm just sick of being hell's guest on some neek shit they like bleak hits screaming spite, cut my nose off for a btec picking my skin off the floor not the first time framed into feigning the core it's a paradigm it's a cold hard floor at the end of the road picking plastic flowers in your postcode look alive, no one knows how the smoke tastes losing any sense for the choke waste take five everybody's got a new name pick another start in the blame game they got handcuffs for anyone who takes aim another headless chicken in the campaign look alive no one knows how the smoke tastes tryning to find some gold in the new waste buggered fools looking forward to death or something i get off on a page of nothing we get offered the crumbs and love it bury the lead hide the papers unless it's for the weed sold a q for a magical bean lose it all in a second giving up on the dream cutting ties and bridging potholes for a pyramid scheme they've got a hand on a bible and another on a starbucks giftcard paraphrasing nietzsche tryna look hard pressure to hesitate, it's already late never got a seat at the table, brought my own dinner plate i'm in my jobcentre fit looking for another credit to scrounge chucking feet up at the end of your lounge with some i don't give a fuck on my breath with some i don't care what happens next don't even know how much money's left time to check my methods cus the devil's breathing down my neck suffering thieves got a problem with a mental disease tryna take the pressure off of my knees tryna break up the siege post-mortem for the mellowing league having problems with defining the beast so look alive no one knows how the smoke tastes losing any sense for the choke waste take time everybody's got a new name trying to find some gold in the new waste

clock in again and send in the clowns the new facepaint makes up for the frown cus everyone's king but aint no one got a crown i don't understand all the clout looking for cause feels like looking for doubt with an eye on my shoulder and an eye on the loud they're asking me to be proud but i'm like fuck that i'm out cus i've got ants on my seat hallucinating for weeks throwing hands at apparitions but they're landing like sheets they got the sweats on the phone before my sanction got reprieved premature manifestation boy they blurred out the leaves staring out the window as the hours come to pass pissing in the wind when the rain's made of glass give yourself some patience and you might get put on blast makes you think it's all a show with no one in the cast staring out the window as the days seem to fade flipping thru for cheat codes wondering how you got played kneeling in the garden with your bad leg in the shade looking up and feeling as if nobody else prayed doors locked they don't want that heat rather bathe in dirt they won't be discreet doors locked ain't nobody gonna answer circus mirrors out the window shouldn't bother with these chancers fuck a bluetick and new clique i aint fuckin with these dancers crew of topman button-downers looking like they're on enhancements fuck em smells like a plan g i don't care about the details call me when you make it out of retail what does that sign mean? reconsider what i inhale tendencies that tend to make your teeth frail please don't bother me i'm too busy sending chainmail forward this so i can make another sale bun out the whole scene teaching mimicks how to break nails i aint worth my weight up on my own scales clock in again and send in the clowns the new facepaint makes up for the frown cus everyone's king but aint no one got a crown cus everyone's comfy but no one stays around

pulling strings and pushing the least double down it's always a niche looking down clocking east oncoming traffic just stand and crease cold bodies always make up the scene promising it aint about the green commenting on self-esteem get caught lacking or make it routine you got your arms in the air and your feet in the grave pretending the care about the way they behave left your mind in the gutter where the scapegoat got saved easy path for the retired depraved check your pockets they're still looking loose offer me a seat just so i can refuse swapping roles call a truce keep on moving like you've not heard the news stockholm state we worship what we hate no room at the inn, it's now real estate sniffing mace just get on, i know my place bored of cheap heat, i'll turn face perfect pictures again in my dreams letting dickheads believe what they read stained glass of the end times on stream holding out for a worker's regime

progress, salvation some words i never learnt frightful ambition i curse the unconfirmed if it makes you burn you'll never learn swapping peace of mind for day returns unavoided contact, chickenshit concerns i'll never learn from my mistakes prospective downward fall fluoxetine laced the ethanol all the things that should make me happy are making me wanna fucking end it all when will the pride start to set in when will my makers let me in petition for an answer, but i don't want the call

cutting thru the cord dislodge your lords praying for more no rest for the infinite bored give up the grift and take the fall who dropped the ball can't hold what you cannot afford rewind and reset playing games from the start get screwed over like bret with a stake in your hart on some robert zimmerman type moves how you gonna unwind all tangled up in blue false pretence, no defence belly out, looking like they got jaundice fence-sitters, only act hard on twitter keep my beef offline, flushing out the bullshitters 5am again turn the clock back while hitting the ben find a solution to the dilemma made in your head consult the barracuda's five-part thread take it out on the celebrated sellout making room for the enemy instead forever unaffiliated pain it makes us breathe pain with pride underneath no one pauses no one bats an eye stay inactive deciding how you die glorifying weekend stunts no inclination for these vile cunts