Here for a good time, and this aint one
Head in my fucking hands, no focus, none
I experience nothing
The electricity buzzing
I feel my fucking brain asphyxiate
Spit glands hurt soon to regurgitate
All of the junk i ate
All of the shit i hate
I’ve no bravado left, only misery
No clever wit, cadence or delivery
I’ve done nothing new
Sit and fucking stew
Life on a screen plus eye strain combo
paved over christs tomb and built luxury condos
Makes no difference
To the interests


Write what you know, all i know is regrets
Mother gaia coffin birth, born begotten, all death
Wring your fucking hands because you cant move yet
Waiting for fucking my turn as i draw my last breath
Sedentary stone gathers only fucking rot
Illusions of self motion, mdds as it rock
Drag my fucking feet because it never fucking stops
So i cant ever stop


Running on spite, pursuing the unrealized
Free solo up the side, helping hands decentralized
Take em when i can, sit and count options choice wise
Thought the route is ill advised, i must take it lest i die
Been fucking around distracted
Bad habits make infinite journey more protracted
Pace slowed to a bar crawl, too busy getting blasted
Somehow never learn from the taste of stomach acid
Dogged idiocy to keep moving
locked in the oubliette, spend time producing
Get adequate about rapping about nothing
Cause all that happens in the oubliette is fucking nothing
Even cave allegory is getting fucking stale
Eventually i’ll have to scale the walls and fucking bail
Buried by the monarchy i constantly assail
Shaking dirt off the back, stomp it down and prevail