Pacing in my apartment till there's holes in my socks

I'm ready to drop, my finger's been itching the trigger of an emotionless jock

Who mocks my rebuttals when I stand there and talk to air

Waiting for someone there to come and knock on my door

Apprehend this glock and stop myself from kissing the floor

Like some kind of whore who get's off from the horror of torture

Picking at scabs with a dirty splinter and ash

I'm out of gas, I don't wanna think

Sing me lullabies of zombie sheep that are sheered at the shrink

Staggering on the brink of schizophrenia

Multiple people inside my head

Why are you hurting us, I'm not impervious

Armor is flesh and that bullet ain't courteous

If you go merge with it know that it's permanent

No restarts, no receipts, no record scratch, no returning it

The fire already dwindles on this candle light vigil

So if you fire that pistol just the sound itself will kill you

Free from echoing nightmares multiplying like mildew

Free from your mother's smile that forces you to continue

Free from the extra lives that she gifted but you just withdrew

Free from the curse of time, treasure and steal the still moon

Free from the strangers whispering that never tried to get you

Free from hating that person you want them to understand

You're such a fucking hypocrite, I can't fucking stand you

You wanna be alone but crave affection in a damp room

Pitying yourself writing these diatribes that consume

A chamber of mirrors, hear the rats in the walls

Behind it all you're plotting, they're plotting for our fall

Coincide your hatred ties for genocide of this vassal

Conjoined twins naw at each other in a culling

Traitors to your conception but can't turn it's disgusting

Nothing to offer anyone you might as well be nothing

Clutching a fake memory owned by data corruption

Hissing blue screens fade to black forgetting how to function

What's left is a shallow image reluctant to share a scrapbook

It wants to be scrapped in a pile of crook photographers

Accompanied by all the other selfish past forfeitures

Maybe I'll have identity

Maybe I'll make a friend of me

Maybe I could pretend to be

An entity loving recklessly

Instead of a sea anemone

Instead of my own enemy

Instead of depressed directory

In spite of the truth

Here I stand in the booth

Confessing to you

Talking in two's

Splitting the fool

Raising a coo

Boos from the king

Executing the zoo of animals in my shoe

I want a constant form, no shape shifting for loot

But when I finally conform what will be left of you?

If you're gone am I new or just a fraction of what I knew

It's like any result concluded in the end I always lose

Doomed to be food literally or metaphorically

No more of me physically or orally

I'm orbiting and torrenting personality

Cuz I've abandoned all sense of rationality