Surrounded by such cess
How am I supposed to have found success?
This down I feel sucks in excess
An' less I can best this rot?
My next sucess'll be in not
An' when you ain't got
Anything that you want
Sunlight's fire to the flesh
And, this dire need for a hire being's the dregs
Of my life and just what I
Cling to, I need to, like
I'm holding my sanity
Can I be forgiven?
No banter to my living
Panoramically even, I see no good
Damned and banished with these heathens
I just wanna know I could
Escape, make/take a new mindstate
I find my mind hyphy and I'm irate
I've yet to find anything I like in anything I make
All my worst fears fill so many of my days
That everyday is beginning to feel like I'm in a haze