Living with my fingers in the socket
Trudge through a mosh pit filmed
Like the blair witch project
A walkman in my back pocket
Trashed and awkward, but don't interact often
I speak soft words but internally caustic
Eternally stuck in the midst of too many options
I've been lost for minute
Severe tunnel vision
Been struggling with personal limits
Am I committed to a gimmick
Michael in the office
Giving off a false image
Acting like a boss with that rap music video on
This electric city hectically fitting inside of the pitfalls
I feel like pawn
Not really involved in decisions that go on in my head
Placing every bet against my own success
Been conditioned to these shallow breaths
Feeling powerless but know you cannot rest
Just keep running, aimlessly
For twenty f*cking years with a vacancy
Contemplating how I really claim to be
Try to duck down
Like I can get out
Crossfire machine-grade loud
Wiring salt from skin now
Seep the motivation out
Seep the Motivation out
Aimless
For twenty f*cking years
Contemplating how I really became this
Staring at a video game
Aiming down the barrel of an enemy player
Tracer
Wishing I could look like her
Wait
Mentally tracing her figure in envy and
Reconsidering my inner energy
While everything about me unravels
Everything about me unravels