Genesis

When I'm by myself I find my mind starts drifting somewhere else It's not inside this dimension, it's definitely somewhere else I wrestle with my thoughts Constant wrestle with my mental health I'm put on life support, I've been put up on the highest shelf, ah My whole life, I've been fighting This cake it don't have icing These mantras I'm reciting They're meant to keep me sane I don't know if they're working Cerebral cortex hurting Maybe it's all learning Maybe it's 'cause life is a lottery, what an anomaly Sometimes it's riches and sometimes it's poverty Sometimes your nerves have been fried by neuropathy Begging the surgeon to have a lobotomy Honestly, I'ma speak honestly Honestly, life is ironically fucking me chronically I have been ill in myself and it bothers me License for killing myself, call me Connery, ah I'ma be straight with you now I'ma go straight for the heart Pupils dilate in the dark People die late in the dark Noah was late for the arc, hmm Noah was late for the arc Genesis, rain and it rain when it starts Genesis, pain in the art Genesis, aim for the heart Genesis Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Genesis Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne When I'm by myself I find my mind starts drifting somewhere else It's not inside this realm of thought It's definitely somewhere else Wage war upon my demons I've been knocking on the gates of hell A heretic, a heathen, I've been screaming in this padded cell It's pain making, my pain waking It's painstakingly cold My soul aching, my bones breaking When holding on to control Wrap yellow tape 'round the body shape Put the body in the bag, zip, close It's malignant, it's mutating It's such a sight to behold Uh-huh, mm-hmm Let me be real for a second, mm-mm Tongue is a gun, is a weapon, mm Reload, bla-bla, dead 'em, mm-mm Beast mode, Armageddon, 'geddon Let me take the wheel for a second Hit a hoop like Shaquille O'Neal with aggression Regroup with a three-point steal in succession Swish, whoop, and I'm making 'em feel the profession Making 'em feel the profession, making 'em feel the profession Time is the order, the lesson Time is a murderous weapon Time is a curse and a blessing Time is confined in the eye of my mind That reminds me that life is just slipping right by Take my piece of the pie and then feed and unwind I find freedom in rhymes to define my depression I'ma be straight with you now I'ma go straight for the heart Pupils dilate in the dark People die late in the dark Noah was late for the arc, mm Noah was late for the arc Genesis, rain and it rain when it starts Genesis, pain in the art Genesis, aim for the heart Genesis Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Genesis Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne Ah-ne-ne-ne-na-na-na-na-na-ne-ne-ne