I'm running like a bitch from my zeitgeists

I'm tryna get a grip on my insides

I'm falling to the pit of the bottomless

Don't tell me I'm a gift for the forgotten

Save me

Pray for me

Insane

Nutty

My implosion

Is entertaining

And they mark us out of ten

In a game we'll never win

And we're chasing all this fame

Till we meet our bitter end

In this game, yeah, you gotta protect yourself

There's a whole lot of motherfuckers tryna get in your shell

Get your spirit on that Tec-9, lay 'em out on the ground

Got a couple Jedis with me, and I'm pulling my sabor out

Let's go!

I feel like, I feel like I'm ten feet tall

Yeah, you use all the screws I had loose to build us all

I feel like I'm right on top of the world, yeah

Even if I'm half near the top, I'm in my shell