vox - @brianwtf
production - @pro_vior

i got a problem
you got a problem
the weight piles up, the energy is solemn
too many fuckin’ problems, don’t know how to solve ‘em
too many fuckin’ columns
i can’t climb ‘em all

sitting at the end of the dining hall
whole family around me, i still feel alone
i’m in tears, you’re on the other end of the speaker phone
i’m one word away from smashing in my femur bone

Dining Hall

vox - @brianwtf
production - @pro_vior

i’m sitting at my desk
trying to find the right words to say
end up making a mess

i’m going through every single day
just thinking of my regrets

girl, i’m just trying to find a way
to forgive myself

might outlive the love i have for you
or i might not
i guess that time will tell

trapped inside my mind
my thoughts aren’t real
i have to climb from hell

creating my own invisible box
a mime
i’m confined to my shell

collective consciousness
the hive is real
yet blinded by dividation

grandiose expectations
my eyes widen when the mania hits
been fucked up for generations
a rejected pennsylvania kid
ran into complications
overwhelmed, i can feel my cranium split
drug induced hallucinations
i’m falling deep into the grainy abyss

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