Walked in the rain and I'm still sick,
if it meant the depression of man independent of land then I wouldn't have killed this,
irrational habit of speaking my mind in the void and it would've revealed this,
this bank of intelligent thoughts and the wisdom required to create descendents,
disciples of mind in the time of desire accentuating your dependence,
when in fact the solution to that is a knife in the back to show repentance,
but the sins of the father have damaged me harder than I could've thought to begin with,
and I don't have a clue or a reason to do what I do but
I just wanna kill this, I just wanna kill this, hey,


and i'm living every day in the shadow of death, and I became the replacement the veteran left
in my mind, and the time that it took to remind me of this is a remix of hell's descent,
and I can't, live in this life, telling my people that I'll be alright,
I'm gonna die, maybe tonight, battling sadness and losing the fight,
I'm going away, I'll stay on the couch, I don't think I'll ever be leaving my house,
the tangents of thought don't relieve me of doubt, hilarity when they come out of my mouth,
at least to myself, the medicine never came out of the shelf, I don't need your help,
I'm losing my sanity searching for self, I don't need division in anyone else,

but I'm never gonna let emotion get to me, if we talk then you're gonna be upset with me,
cause I argue my points incessantly, and my humor has a deep complexity,
I battle to the death of me deflecting those that recklessly,
paddle in the endless sea of hate and death respectively,
brought back to the me that focused his whole energy on misanthropy,
I couldn't make the jump from moon to earth while on its apogee,
the hieroglyphics scrawled on the walls of a Castle I built happily,
a Castle I built happily, living my life in the Castle I built myself!

The seconds are longer I couldn't be wronger I tried to defeat it but I wasn't stronger
and now in the age of the open Lotus I'm developing focus
but I can't hold all the words that I've gathered in my experience,
I lack a desire to speak unless I'm drunken or delirious,
but I wouldn't give up and I'm losing my touch, bearing the brunt of my terrible luck,
clouding the vision of having enough, hearing the people that show me no love in the thick of it,
and I'm sick of the hints, all of these fights with myself I've been in,
all of these fights with myself I've been in, all of these casual wars with me!


Walked in the rain and I'm still sick,
if it meant the depression of land independent of man then I wouldn't have killed this,
irrational habit of speaking my mind in the void and it would've revealed this,
this bank of intelligent thoughts and the wisdom required to create descendents,
disciples of mind in the time of desire accentuating your dependence,
when in fact the solution to that is a knife in the back to show repentance,
but the sins of the father have damaged me harder than I could've thought to begin with,
and I don't have a clue or a reason to do what I do but
I just wanna kill this, I just wanna kill this, hey,


And I killed all the weakness in me, filled the empty space with the callous you see,
I didn't kill the child in me completely, but the edge of my teeth made a hole where the liquids will seep,
like I leak, like I breathe, like I speak, like I take, I guess with no friends then no one can be fake,
I wouldn't build a system of people with their knives at my neck cause there's too much at stake,
it's just in the mind, the mind isn't real cause it's fading with time,
my childlike focus is lagging behind, the people around me all bask in the shine,
but let me remind you I'm in the darkness, living as heartless as I can possibly be,
brushed on the surface of psychopathy, id had a quarrel with ego, I'm winning regardless, but,

The cognitive dissonance gave my subconscious the impetus clouding the vision of serious
stimulus ignorance pointed at all of my syllabus claiming the name of ridiculous
innocence, and it's killing me slow, finding the answers that nobody knows
asking an obvious question again, watching the people and thinking of those
that killed me, with the loss of my voice, taking the strength and removing the choice
bring me to nothing, leave me alone, claim that I've gone, and something is wrong
arguments that I can easily win, build up the fear of your absence again
and leave me, in a way that I can feel guilty. Kill it with nothing else

than fire, I searched the corners of my psyche
(that friendship is dead, compulsions still ring in my head.)
and nobody's a liar, I learned that lesson from the one with the
(the falling apart has just given me strength,)
the only one that's higher than me in terms of who I dole out my esteem
(sharpening knives of resistance and listen again,)
and if I were to bring a casualty into the mix
(the mark of the struggle's intelligent grin)
I doubt I'd get fired, cause I don't have a position
(I doubt the integrity of every single fact)
I bring myself to perspire, I made that part my mission
(my lack of attention span is the source of my misfortune)
and I can only aspire, and I'm raising my ambition
(I wouldn't resist if I didn't have something that's precious to lose)
But my only desire is to destroy my old editions
(destroy all the shells of myself)

Walked in the rain and I killed this,
if it meant the depression of land independent of man then I wouldn't have killed this,
irrational habit of speaking my mind in the void and instead I'd've this,
this bank of intelligent thoughts and the wisdom required to create I killed this,
disciples of mind in the time of desire accentuating that I killed this,
when in fact the solution to that is a knife in the back to show I killed this,
but the sins of the father have damaged me harder than I could've thought to begin with,
and I don't have a clue or a reason to do what I do but
I just wanna kill this, I just wanna kill this, hey,