Mental Disease
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 3:42 pm
yo,
i've got a mental disease a lack of simple symphathy
trapt in a bad situation like the frontline infantries
weed helps me instantly but leaves my mind-drained
grew up in a broken family and watched the times-change
bitches play their mind-games but i get deeper-than-that
been dwellin on the death of music an the reaper-is-back
try an be a speaker-of-facts but the lies eat-at-my-soul
feelin down and findin out its hard to keep-at-my-goals
feelings deep-an-not-whole like i lost half-of-my-heart
cant find my emotions like they were stashed-in-the-dark
first to come an last-to-depart like alcoholics-in-bars
can't speak my mind out right so i put knoweledge-in-barres
in solice-i-starve a cliche' artist but so-different
i throw words like track shot puts but at a pro's-distance
in a flowed-sentence i release all of my inner-demons
they say a criminal is crooked well this sinners-leanin
in a dimmer-evenin a winnin-heathen rises-from-the-dust
had an dark epiphany one day and relized-that-im-corrupt
i'm sizing-to-erupt had enough of this mental-stress
tired of havin remorse and always smellin the scent-of-death
is there any temples-left cause i'm praying-for-change
don't know how to feel it myself so i'm relaying-my-pain
but i'm stayin-insane trying to figure out this-struggle
trying to build my self up but in an instance shit-crumbles
and amoungst the mixed-rubble i find my self stuck fucked
and less-humble
uppin for feed please, it'll sure to be returned
i've got a mental disease a lack of simple symphathy
trapt in a bad situation like the frontline infantries
weed helps me instantly but leaves my mind-drained
grew up in a broken family and watched the times-change
bitches play their mind-games but i get deeper-than-that
been dwellin on the death of music an the reaper-is-back
try an be a speaker-of-facts but the lies eat-at-my-soul
feelin down and findin out its hard to keep-at-my-goals
feelings deep-an-not-whole like i lost half-of-my-heart
cant find my emotions like they were stashed-in-the-dark
first to come an last-to-depart like alcoholics-in-bars
can't speak my mind out right so i put knoweledge-in-barres
in solice-i-starve a cliche' artist but so-different
i throw words like track shot puts but at a pro's-distance
in a flowed-sentence i release all of my inner-demons
they say a criminal is crooked well this sinners-leanin
in a dimmer-evenin a winnin-heathen rises-from-the-dust
had an dark epiphany one day and relized-that-im-corrupt
i'm sizing-to-erupt had enough of this mental-stress
tired of havin remorse and always smellin the scent-of-death
is there any temples-left cause i'm praying-for-change
don't know how to feel it myself so i'm relaying-my-pain
but i'm stayin-insane trying to figure out this-struggle
trying to build my self up but in an instance shit-crumbles
and amoungst the mixed-rubble i find my self stuck fucked
and less-humble
uppin for feed please, it'll sure to be returned