.. i'm at the edge of existance mending resistance
ending each sentence with a endless conviction
of my empty religion, i speak common brainwash
that i claim will make every ounce of pain stop
but my deranged thoughts have me feelin' guilt
from standing in heaven on money, like silver stilts ..
i'm almost too real to feel, i'm the monster you created
but i'm seldom hated, because you and i are too related
if money makes the world go round in a endless tragedy
then i can hold you down without making sense of gravity
a restless vanity, i awake reasoning in almost every cell
to flip visions of vertices, and make heaven and hell parallel
i am the epic, the relentless skeptic the essence your left with
gripping your thoughts with my left wrist causing several headtrips
i am elegance, i am God, but you haven't even heard of me
yet you do worship me with a constant sense of emergency
i cause adversity, i'm sick, i'm the fucking stairway to heaven
my rails are bent in, i'm a constant in thought of remembrance
you love me, you hate me, but fuck me, i don't want to be emotion
don't spend me anymore, just roll me up to sniff your coke with
i will always be hopeless, i'm not the point of livin, i'm not religion
i'm simply sickness, i'm nothing but paper, not a profound being
please live your life and achieve your goals without worrying about me ..
peace out ..
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