The Setting (Intro)

Sick times, I couldn't even kick a rhyme, shouldn't stick in my comfort zone yet a find where I

stand, I'm uninspired, fired up and wired, ready to blow this shit

Sick times, I'm ready to blow a hole in my head

Unsteady, where's my confetti

To cover with this brain rot

When I have kids, I never thought there was an option

undeserving for such a title as father

Father, forgive me for mourning with a conflicted heart, the art that touch me is blurry

I deserve what came next, surely

Now survivors, guilt is creeping and luring me

It's a different way now, I anticipated my own demise

Doom's philosophy, a goddamn classic in its own right

Yeah

So what you didn't already mind over matter

Construct for my reality, battle of what goes in and out

Now I feel trapped inside my body, ready for heavy artillery to rain upon me as he looks

on me

I wonder, did I do him justice

Did I fall short

Did I do my part

So many questions in my heart

Yeah

Did I fall short

I'm sick of superhumans what happened to the true man

Excuse my language, but have intercourse with yourself while I cook my stew, man

Goddamn, man

You can't even understand where I came from in my brain, man

I'm stuck in this motherfucking (agh)

Late at night where my thoughts derive hive minds of legacy hero's and villains

where do I lie where does my fathers strive

Where do I cross the line, the highs or the lows

I feel like I'm always high on the lows

Yet I couldn't even touch my toes

When I was your child, swore the world was mine

Yet a touch of hate stripped my spine away

Lifeless, I waste away, gone for good

acceptance of myself, many lives away

Time could not wait, had to make a decision

Find a way on the edge of my lake