It's a calculated crumble

may it rumble through the night

Mr. Mark-my-words ain't crazy,

he just sworn he seen the light

And my insides are all ragged from the work that I been doing on myself Oh my insides are all ragged, but they tell me that it's good for my health For my ah -ah-ahah-affliction

You gotta stand for something

I would die for my beliefs

I would shout em from the rooftops

I would take em to the streets

Or more likely I will sit at home and type them til my fingers bleed Or more likely I will kill for them and blame it on society

Blame it on this ahah-ahah call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction ah-ah-ah-ah-this affliction

It's a crooked combination of grandeur and grief

pick apart my lonely heart it's morbid motif

But I look pretty from a distance and the rest is history

Won't you paste my face under my name in Georgia and call it breaking?

Call it ahah-ahah

call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction ah-ah-ah-ah-this affliction Ahah-ahah

call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction ah-ah-ah-ah-this affliction