At the moment life's a lie to me , what am I to be,
Chest pressed, messed yes, that's why I'm crying jeez,
My lifeline is reaped and I usually hide, I'm weak,
Fuck connections, no siamese, this is sibling rivalry,
Under these pressures I can't even try to breathe,
Without a mic to reach it's quite a fight to preach,
Living's quite a leach when nothing seems nice to me,
Fuck the light, indeed, I'd rather no sights to see,
How you like me now? Got the aim of a marksman,
Flames? I will part them in this game I am startin',
Drain my thoughts, changed, placed into darkness,
Incisions in my brain, crazed, strange, I am heartless,
And see all of this is just how I was made to be,
So calm the advice, there ain't no sane for me,
Just cradle to the grave, give and take to sleep,
I'm just keystyling so I can entertain you cheaps.