Tic, tock, punch that clock. Make sure you can buy that estate block
With a white picket fence of the finest stock
Be good and complacent, your perception needs to stay faded, Find your place in line with the rest of the flock
Climb and fall and tumble down, just look happy, don't dare frown
"take it easy, it aint a race"
But it is, i'm rushing. Struggling. I dont wander enough so I'm lusting
Craving, thirsting, and to slate my thirst im crushing
All that I can, and things that I shouldn't
Tried to stay steady on my own but i couldn't
The tremors start to throw me off, my balance is a joke
The life I live is too much to swallow, I'm starving but with each bite taken I can't help but choke
Home is non-existant, The ones closest to me feel so distant
I miss the feeling, but some ambiguous force has gone heart-stealing, and mines in a freezer somewhere gone, like a testament that its best left off my sleeve
I ain't bitchin, just now listenin to the things that I've touted, but didn't live by, I'm a walking lie
Fuck this rhyme scheme, I want to live in my old day dreams
Sleep was once an escape, but now it escapes me
Dreams once sweet have turned to ash, as everything I touch seems to do
Its the common theme
my existance is intangible, caught in gnashing mandibles of some grotesque sphinx
Is this shit all it eats? Cause its breath stinks.