Someone explain this mindstate wicked thoughts that make vertabraes vibrate/
In the end we learn but why wait its the life I created the one that I hate/
Who designed fate and for what reason and how do we relate when shits un-even/
Many dreams dreamin wishin I could stop breathin and leave this Earth emceein/
Believin every tale of Gods and angels is like bein tied up with wire by our fuckin ankles/
Its like we're stuck with Bengals bein tortured eatin and left twisted up mangled/
Spangled banners and bright stars, states with tangled manners who all recite when we write bars/
But they miss the fact that pain hurts mixed up inside a tunnel of an insane verse/
Standin still spinnin in a blood stained shirt tryna explain the way that cocaine works/
We must obtain and maintain sane-ness until life lives on and our brains remain painless/
Like alive bodies runnin wild veinless and blood is the only thing livin thats stainless/
Are we crazy for wantin the truth or just babies grown up wishin we still held youth/
Maybe its just confusing useless excuses that produce the loosest views?