Feet slamming on the cement

These tasks taller than the trees I feed off of for breath

I'm all defeated, I can't even be bothered to process

If I can't help you, I'm just here to merely offer respect

Just want a small utilitarian space

Somewhere nobody's there to tamper

With my plans to decay inside a bedroom

Mourning songs from bands I banned from my brain

Some of the trust I had for friends

I'm like a phantom in present, when light is ample I fade

No pluck, the damn antonym of mandolin playing

It's an advanced type of antsy

I've been prancing in place until my feet are sore

I'm fiending for a handsomer face

And someone with a trustworthy fucking hand

I could take like colonizers and others lands

Deprived of a mother since a youngin

Maybe that's why loves hard to understand

It's not like that's on purpose, shouldn't worry so much

If I could take the tiny burden of some hurt in my fun

Might not be so dark outside

It's dark outside

My brain's partway fried

The paint's all but dry

And this a March disguise

I had a chip on my shoulder

Said, I would kill for it back (Kill for it back)

Now I would leave the shit for vultures

Need my skills all intact

I think I'm out of my noggin

I'm tryna talk to a shrink

These tricks is dirty as the germs I'm washin' off in my sink

I'm gonna throw my fucking phone into some squalid canal

And you can catch me on a farm with the cows (Farm with the cows)

I'd live off crops I'd grow and carcasses I'd char like an arsonist

Then my mental state might not be caught in Arbiter's Grounds

Might start calming me down

Cause it's so difficult imagining peace (Imagining peace)

And all I'm worried about is if my practice match what I preach

'Cause I think everybody's clashing with me irrationally

And I'm tasked with starting class in a week

Getting better being Max, but I think Max isn't me (Max isn't me)

I can't get up until noon

And Tempo's taxing to be (Taxing to be)

Just tryna harvest these dollars to ensure that my friends have rations to eat

'Cause I'll be damned if I'm attached to my needs

It's dark outside

My brain's partway fried

The paint's all but dry

And this a March disguise

It's dark outside (And it's dark, and it's dark outside)

My brain's partway fried (Partway fried)

The paint's all but dry (All but dry, it's all but dry)

And this a March disguise (March disguise)