Life aspirations have begin to dull my senses

Kings grow bored of their contentment

I’ve grown bored with what I’m blessed with

Everything I used to love pulls strings out of key

When was my soul consumed by apathy

Any beat that I make now feels like a plague

Another symptom in the virus called every single day

My goals are in decay and grow mold as we speak

Another week being weak finding nothing to seek

I’ve got 20 cans of tea on my desk on average

Just lurking through the web like a spider with bandwidth and my only real solace is to get more hammered

I suppose that I’m a nail in a coffin for dandruff

Man this room needs cleaning but I really care less

About surroundings no one visits like I’ve got no address

Drowned in mess but I’m a NEET freak, stay at home geek freak

Tunneled in a burrow where the sun could never reach deep

See me never like a Death Grips retweet

I need cheddar like a mouse in the street creak

I’m just a creep watching Twitch streams and playing Steam

I’m just a fiend level 23 in no regime

Tryna' make a sum without a team cause I’m never clean

If you intervene, slow me down like Promethazine

Nothing I will do about it, even odds I don’t surmount it

I’m just steady drowning in my sorrows and my boredom

Things I used to love I torture and waterboard ‘em

Instead I spend my solitude on shit post forums

And robots that I talk to could really care less

Cause they’re depressed like I am and they don’t need the stress

To coddle every other loser on the internet

It’s crazy, therapy ain’t doing shit for my head

So I play games on my computer so I don’t think instead

Wrestle with imagination and my shortage of bread


Roomie saying that I’m slim I should get out more

I should run a couple paces so breathing isn’t a chore

You’re supposed to go on tour but you’re coughing a storm

I ignore him cuz I’m stubborn and don’t care to perform

My anxiety is crippling and I can’t hear a thing

When every sound is a ring with a super high ping

It’s only ever in the lag time you hear when I sing and every constant has a value but it won’t change a thing

Stuttering these high pitched squeals

That put me on my heels, that only I can feel

That shouldn’t seem so real, that I just beg to heal

But they remain concealed when mercy comes to peel

Now drugs become my shield and games the sword I wield

I still ignore my meals and won’t respond to deals

And I don’t fight or field, the flag is white revealed

As I await to keel from my expectations

Life is routine, a skeleton simulation

A husk of joy mutilated with eagle eye observation

I’ve lost the spark of creation and now regurgitate playlists

My brain is always invaded by something darker than hatred

I’m crossing crossroads cross faded

My veins a road map frustrated

That’s lost in habits and wavelengths that sound like static frustrated

Black arms are over inflated while being punctured and jaded

In a basement


Eat the tail Ouroboros, wearing false prophet wardrobes

Dreamers tell me to meditate for brighter tomorrows

Only earning their empathy trading all of your marbles

So I sanctioned embargo on stars aligning and bullshit

The only real executioner is a full clip

And in between the full clip of my film is a new glitch

Where the whole thing is a picture of a windmill but I use it