Ways of a Tainted Earth

It's happening again

Staring at The face, nothing really makes sense

It's happening again

Skirt by spikes like the 8th Mega Man

Trapped in a bubble on my way to the clouds and my friends

(Ready up!)

Pew! Storm the skies till dawn

Sunlight no match against the horizon

They be sayin' I was meant to vibrant

But I feel so grayscale

When I look online

And I feel grayscale

When I think how I was spoiled

With a pocket of time

Where I could run innocent

And laugh at the meaningless

With no cognitive dissonance

(Ooh ooh)

Fresh ear sensitive to the sibilance

I don't know if this is sadness or indifference

But the daylight sounds like a cymbal when it hits

When I'm outside I'm like "what the fuck is going on?"

When I'm inside most times it's worse

But I'm paralyzed by the ways of a tainted earth

(Ah, Oh!)

Its all in my head

Sometimes I cry like "what the fuck is going on?"

When I hold it in, each crash is worse

But I'm paralyzed by the ways of a tainted earth

Is it all in my head?