you thought you could escape? its too late its too late its too late become enveloped in this language of fate

rhymes on the low-key oh and love too if i don't speak it's not cos i'm salty i’m just afraid to, what scares you my confidence left for the colder months it's no joke i’m scared dumb now the flowers are grown and she’s still gone i’m learning, trust no one i woke up this morning feeling furthest from goal goals sadness and lone fallen from grace and grasping at hope and hope is the ugly cousin of disappointment and despair analogous to the desires riddling the fabric of the chair in sitting in ceiling dripping serotonin syndrome that requires a ciggie in the lip of my soul too close to the synchronicity to observe it objectively too close to be seen too close to you too close to me decades of secrets in my evernote needless to say so i won’t

i went out the other night on my balcony didn't see the southern cross in the sky is she avoiding me? cars stopped performing sociological experiments is there a ciggie in his hand? then take off into a darkened land port royal and ralph lauren that's the scent that's reminding me of him i've scaled the rail to sit in the ceilings edge fuck it's late fuck i ain't going to bed fuck i ain't slowing in head i hate the lowering of lids awake for the longest strongest resolve slowly dissolves gradual relinquishing of total control sickly clinging to an outdated promise quickly growing dumbest seems that i’ve been gone for the longest and the pile of books is piling higher losing time to my own desire losing lines to my own lack of originality bars formed, lost on the brink of sleep i thought the fungus held the key [chorus - lizzza] oooooh did u fall into another dimension? did you drift away? needed some space inside your brain sometimes these things are hard to maintain i can relate flying in reality never saw what u ever saw in me pupils dilate and thoughts and dreams they fluctuate take me to the sea fly with me get high with me and then we'll see then we we'll see was this the way things intended to be yeah ah ohh [verse 2] i thought the fungus held the key but I guess i was wrong dusty old pages written before I was born i can relate, drank milk past the due date reflect on the day look back to what i seen empty bottles of visine, i knew i was late reflect on the day, i’m leaving nothing in my wake and ironically it seems i stay awake i stay away the follicles on my scalp are a testament to the death of my cells destined to watch the time pass now 'though it's slowly rolling faster paradoxically the air i breathe is slowly killing me i'm sorry sometimes my fingers write different things than my mind means there's a one in sixteen chance that i will not die in death i'm not a gambling man but i'll take that bet find a vessel that offers me better odds and i promise i will not die in death caught up in this web of symbolism can't stop thinking what would i do if i wasn't living [chorus - lizzza] is this what you wanted, what u pictured when u promised i'm trying my hardest to be honest i've been lost in memories tryna relocate in the small synapses of my brain synapses of my brain flying in reality sitting lonely in my tree pupils dilate and thoughts and dreams they fluctuate take me to the sea play hide and seek get high with me and then we'll see we might temporarily, believe that this was the way things intended to be.

[verse1] O2 envious of the lung space occupied by other air Lines to long to be considered bars so I guess I'm writing a poem here Hit the balcony to see sociological experiments still being performed Contemplating the negative imprinting performed upon myself since the day I was born And looking for ways to evade these negative connotations which spring to mind Innate judgments on sight that I disagree with consciously Who's placed these thoughts up on me I light my footsteps with my phone torch step lightly Tracking tiptoed footprints the clouds wept left behind me My spine hosts a marathon of chilled feet Stared blankly til I saw green Or nothing at all Hope is the hole in the wall too small to squeeze through I hope your day went grey when it was suppose to be blue [verse2] Let me out I'm not dead yet Tunnel to the surface I'm not dead yet Undergrounds no place for me Earth please Haven't seen the surface in a minute Soil, dirt release me Ahh no need Inhale deep I'm decomposing Return to the earth Skin crumbles Bones broken No spoken Words or written verse Can offer salvation My Mind body and soul Are all, beyond saving [outro] I'm whatever the opposite of heaven be I'm breathing so heavily Oh this evil being Sing evil do-er melodies for me

[verse1] and all cries for saviour ring in spontaneous echolalia I speak in tautological statements Speak in broken fables lacking morals and Stolen from the pieces of the art forms I'm inhabiting Out in the air this milo tin full of cancer that I'm carrying around This insidious sound This comic is sad This arrogant man Proud and reclusive I've lied I've self-defined growth actually unapparent/it's useless To lie to yourself The harder you try to hide a thing the more it sticks out And they say the hammer gets the stray nail They say the snow don't fall where the salt fell They say the sickness slowing with a pocket full of purple n posey You don't know it but it's actually the withhold of impulse Which signifies your own control Knowing when to stop and doing so it's not restricting It's actually the definition of freedom It's actually the definition of free living [chorus] Hear the jangle of my gold chain Feel the tripping of my loose lace And pray for the silence that I'm sending to grave Hear the jangle of the loose change Feel the tripping of my loose lace And pray for the silence that I'm sending to grave Hear the jangle of the loose change Fuck that I stay the same [verse2 - gabriel] [chorus] [verse3] Sometimes my absence astounds my self I speak in lack of sounds I crave observation yet fain neglect participation I am the observer in the truest sense These words of the weakened n bars for the dead These milo tins are full of cancer that I'm carrying around This soul in the dirt This mind on the ground This' angry neighbors with noise complaints This sounds like old shirts with pasta stains/and moth holes I'm not so sorry as I should be Saltier than cured meat and far less appetising Hardly disguising disdain but sensitive Look upon this sleeves salt stains is evident It's irrelevant sentiment It's a fella who's dead again It's a soldier who's weapon is love and flowers for grace An aura of orange It's already been done The love of the mother in spite of the son It's all already been done [outro] You'd think I was a pirate because of the pieces I ate I'm melting now I saw the softest cloud, ever mirrored in brain As i lay here in the dark Listening to the place where the silence goes Growing my sleep Adjusting my toes, I think of you So now I'm not sleeping I reach for my phone A self-defeating action in its own right It's almost not night Damn I guess it's about time that I laid here cried and died

[verse 1] in a perpetual state of existential crisis I'm not the same as I used to be i been growing my roots i ain't growing my leaves Seems I always come back to the same rhyme word Sheep of the Shepard and king of the herd Man fuck what you heard long to join the birds/ up there There's no words up there there's no miscommunication tried to leave my thoughts at the station Destined to fail always taking the trail Watching the rail longing for stasis Habitually non-complacent Literally just another stained head Destined to walk this earth Born by the air to return to the dirt Earths just the womb of the dying Birth me already to another place Those that meditate hit the grave and they stay the same Meditate Hesitate Hit the grave Stay the same often times meditation leads to hesitation mind shift n change hit the grave, in they end the same this the lack of weight n health accompany the lack of faith in self confronting me i turn to wave to the past n its lost company away meditate hesitate hit the grave stay the same

I refuse to break daddy's eight legs Futile attempts at fostering gentleness Furious on the worst days angry at best I refuse to break daddy's eight legs Habituated non-complacency I attempt to plant my feed as seeds As the trees grow I'll wave as the train leaves Is this not what meditation is A humble man 'froed and orange robed came to me and asked Is this not what meditation is I refuse to break my daddy's eight legs Coffee cups intended to interrupt the production of melatonin in my head Caffeinated thought patterns woven into the fabric of my mattress And as the sky red-shifts I have not awoke yet As I have not slept I have watched my perception conform to the context I have watched my perception change as the context waves to me Waking consciousness is the sphere of being Where I'm forced to sit still dealing with all this nonsense in my head Fuck it is rather be stoned or dead I refuse to break daddy's eight legs And if we're talking along the lines of evolutionary time Feel my phylogenetic branch more closely aligns With that of the primates of older times i'm over dying i'm over lying

Dance branches Clouds cry for me These raised arms Catalyse the fulfilment of cathartic dreams Pocket full of white sticks Palm full of ash Help me to be present Catalyse a disconnect from the past Twinkle twinkle little star Across the globe I feel your heart pressed up against mine own The deepest of blue gemstones appears to have entwined our own fates Or fate Now, they have lost their pluralisation A smile creeps up to my lips A can see your sparkly face shining Sunshine Starchild Let us return to the nebula where we once hailed Although you're across the globe And once i was lost Now I'm forever found You've found me. Happiness is resounding Breathing a little easier My scars healing a little quicker No longer longing for death I talk so much shit

I strive to brush my teeth more than twice a week, I fail To muster the effort required to flush the toilet every time, I fail To reach the standards of common convention; I forget to shave seven times a week, I neglect to feed this yellowing frame, I forgot leave this room for days on end, I forgot to see the signs that the days have ended, I forgot to press the save key, I disregard the dwindling number on the atm screen And when it all seems too much for me I give up I am too quick to quit the difficult Take my medicine to late to be combative I didn't see it first so I'm on the defensive But I guess the objective was sedation I guess its spoken word has taken the place of bars on bars A poem I've failed, This is not a song [outro - mr.i]

[verse one] skull to the street and my mind is all leak inhabiting this beat i know i'm an estranged white boy so no doubts your blacker than me shits irrelevant our connection spiritual, metaphysical i bring the lyrical you the instrumental i like to think, i'm part of the family honorary, i will be a word smith of sorts using verbs as swords and my thoughts have grown to become abstract and fractured this thought reflected by my writing if observed can you pick the moment broken, idle not idle beside all, myself i'm not within the me you know to be my being wonder where the train is wander where the train isn't to a place where in a moment the train is spread sprayed brainless tongue so salty and I'm so tasteless ahh geez my mind swole if it's food for thought I don't want anymore [Chorus] don't get emotionally invested that shits not a good investment that shit'll leave you in debt man that shits not a good investment that shit never is you'll be left with zeros and tears you won't get any return ahh so many questions ahh so many lies it burns i don't need that shit on my conscience heart back flips and turns ahh there's no end, no friends [Verse Two] excuse me I'm systematic taking shit out cleaning out the attic white king wide screen cinematic my face saddens as i inhale the space occupying this bag and what we need is on the rack the cracks in the pavement facilitate my stay in this dampened place im feeling a disconnect saddening to see, wasn’t there for a couple weeks but now that we meet again, oh im feeling a disconnect It's frustrating to see the disconnect taking the relationship strengthening conversation that avoid my mind lately i look to the stain of the floor mind in the sink my foundations crumble in the setting sun parle with the moonbeams and stars up above sat upon this mountain top and watched my time turn to dust sat down, ear to the ground and petrified, turned to rock [Bridge] we jus acquaintances we jus acquaintances we jus acquaintances we jus acquaintances [Hook] x2 don't get emotionally invested that shits not a good investment that shit'll leave you in debt man that shits not a good investment that shit never is you'll be left with zeros and tears you won't get any return ahh so many questions ahh so many lies it burns i don't need that shit on my conscience heart back flips and turns ahh there's no end, no friends [Bridge] we jus acquaintances we jus acquaintances we jus acquaintances we jus acquaintances