Waveforms (Prod. by Falside)

In a self satisfied granite castle

You’ll find a high narcotized, selfish asshole

At the rap show, getting lit like candles

With no handle, a rascal, a vandal

 

For example, he’ll probably panhandle

For cigarettes, to calm nerves that’s scrambled

While he’s out, he thinks about, straightening out

an inner dialogue, with the mind of a mammal

 

Fiendish and shallow, bow down to the shadow

Deeply rattled, down shit’s creek without a paddle

Sought liberation by way of ordained libation

But In the tabernacle, he found a stash, of forbidden apples

 

took a chance, jumped on back, of a pterodactyl

Flying high, off capsules, seeing fractals

But Far as he’s travelled, there’s still a contradiction

Between the life he wants, and the life he’s living

 

 

I catch a glimpse, every once and a while

Of the light underlying it all, and think ‘Wow!’

This limitless potential, is pushing me towards change

I just hope It’ll happen before, I die or go cray

But it’s in my nature, to procrastinate

Fighting the tide, swimming against tsunami waves

It's inside my head, a lighthouse in the storm

A weathered mind, a collection of waveforms

 

As Time passed, so did the chemical romance

With a foot on the gas, you lose magic fast

My remaining neurons squirmed and screamed out

“Slow down, motherfucker! You gotta make us last

 

The rest of your life”, put down the pipe, and write,

Because Chemical clouds, tend to block the sight

I tell myself I don’t need em for escapin’ or inspiration

waiting patient, for my muse to awaken