Well, I thought I could be something I had seen... but all I'd ever seen just slipped away from me. I knew that if I ran towards everything that I would see my dream laid out for me to claim... that I would see a way through each and every day. But those thoughts reverberate of a world view so strong. In a world that doesn't want the shirt off my back just to stay warm. It's a stubborn thing how people separate in cells, but if you don't see just what they see then you can go straight to hell. I see the wounds that they make bleed, perpetuated by a limited society. It's all the back and forth that's really got me down. So what ya'll bringing out, I promise to be shutting down. Trust that I don't want any part of what they're putting out. If any part of them intends to see this life with doubt. Itchy trigger fingers with a finger on the trigger. Moving a mile a minute, never lookin in the mirror. How they figure bigger picture if they don't know what is bigger? I could wreck this place quicker than fucking freefall demolition. I could make the spit taste bitter just by showing what is missing. Not that it is my mission, but I'm sitting in the kitchen. I see all the bread we're making, but I don't see us really living. Is anybody gonna say it? Fuck this shit (fuck). (Turn it around) Sometimes I wish that I could be wiped clean (with fire). All the thought of what I could have been (desire). What you looking at? (I'm trying) But I am just not me (I'm dying). Remember yourself. Better yourself. I thought I could be something I had seen... but then all I'd ever seen just slipped away from me. Distorted energy brands me at the start. No thought of peace has me really seeing any different. Forgot the part where I just listen to my heart. I had no eyes to really see what I was missing. From limb to limb, I rearrange and come to form. Now I'm the man they tried to stop from being born.