Sanctity sought out Called out with open hands No lense defence We take a battered stance Not a fence the stench Could really kill a man The cities spent, it's tense By god's gracious hand An advantageous clan Mere mortal makeup Immortal quarrel makes us Hold the pay cut The suit and tie sedate us While the money makes us We tryin' to keep up Shamelessly scared of heights You've gotta pick your fights Always count cash with cobra eyes Don't deny the tax of a shoulder cry Faithlessly calling despite Made sense, confusion turned right People get desperate with consequence Leaving the backseat for common sense Take the crutch And follow the ghost Up the path We token a toast Through the pass More often than most Feet move fast Then function to ghost They say destiny's bullshit Followed by a fat lip The work, the time, the practice The sweat, the grind, the passion It heeds for satisfaction A common cause for lacking Our tactics unimagined Appalachians farther fathomed That's when you break down Sprawled out, nothing is left That's when they call out Stand up, move till your dead Until the last breath No test, speed wobbles begin You tighten the grip Go down with the ship? It's you or it's it

Chokehold just ignores the frequency All this banter and bullshit; We into deep Eager excellence from a dodgy pessimist Lager setting in sometimes you choose to lose to win Black street renaissance The boards, the blood, the there and then The who, the what, the why and when If I could do it all again I probably would chips all in Let's begin, don't stop Laces tight breathing right Let's take it from the top With the crashes and road rash Let's keep it how I forgot After all with those falls I wouldn't have got to this spot We've broken bones, bonds and thrown out Sometimes everything known Sometimes we hold down Sometimes everything shown Begins to fade out Into the background Do you ever wake up Cold sweats, think of that debt Either it's money, love or misery's We all second guess Chasing that hunger Help to even things Then fall asleep And count those same sheep We wake and repeat Have you ever stayed up No touch, reality breech Combination of the chronic And the trouble with sleep Sedation seems impatient But it's bothering me So holler at me It better be cheap Hold that harmony closer to the bar to see No alarm, no need We live to breathe without our teeth Without that army green We march as far as we can see With no regard like such as free We present our battered cards to she No not me, I've been marching somewhat aimlessly To the bridge, the barge, even to the tallest trees To find out what it all means to me To find a way to not feel this cheap We've broken bones, bonds and thrown out Sometimes everything known Sometimes we hold down Sometimes everything shown Begins to fade out Into the background Meager common sense is what I'd call the act you wed A loss of blood flow spent on making sure you stay ahead A lack of guilt no red you can't remember, what and when You still hold on, you push pretend on thoughts not caught, can't comprehend Fuck the who, what, where the why and when You lost the bat, now Jack, I'm batting 10 Nice watch, in fact, dial back cause I'm big ben Your batteries tragedy, well I still spin Can't handle the hand well, fold, I win Can't stand on the mantle, begin descent Can't plan when they've planned all, you're not like them Can't baffle the chapel, well that depends Ideals on a rifle scream "to the end". You are like them, well only in the human sense

Clean grip, choice is cheap No wit, disbelief They slip call it sleep I was always the black sheep With that one, two, three Yeah, they're counting without me Predictable trend setter Here's mine, there's better He calls it a sharp cheddar More like a mozzarella cart vendor No return sender, nowhere the ships out Leagues at the bottom with the rusty shelf Don't know where it started, cover the footpath He used to get car sick, If you ask him he'll just laugh No dearly departed's, naw he don't need that Pedal to the carbon a comical relapse Another species naw kid, to the tarpit, ah shit Chemical compound relapse boil then bleed black it seems that We're burning forests, fuck candles at both ends we trample to no end We break the unbroken, calling to cold kin, hoping they won't win Watching the world spin back, watch for the fire we splash Clean grip, choice is cheap No wit, disbelief They slip call it sleep I was always the black sheep With that one, two, three Yeah, they're counting without me Coasting on the coast less, hopeless without cold breath Big city simple dream, music made keep it clean Snow sworn northern tree is what they've told me So I gotta believe Started where the scars stick Gets harder as the time ticks Chartered like the private A martyr in your mind is keeping track of silence Held clearly somewhat timeless A reminder of the vibrant Cageless like our kind is Keeping time with lines when We recite these lies spent Parted where the cards bend Outsmarted started fine then Nostalgia likes to pretend Pretense prefix held hostage To the old you, you lost it Tense tending to tailor made caution It's caustic, this nonsense made sense but you caught wind They're calling your conscience Clean grip, choice is cheap No wit, disbelief They slip call it sleep I was always the black sheep With that one, two, three Yeah, they're counting without me Clean grip, choice is cheap No wit, disbelief They slip call it sleep I was always the black sheep With that one, two, three Yeah, they're counting without me Clean grip, choice is cheap No wit, disbelief They slip call it sleep I was always the black sheep

It's getting blurry, I'm sick Suggestions move every whim My hands they sweat there's no threat Wheres the win there's no net They're calling me by the wrong name Pushing me to the hallway Designating myself Like a counselor could help You could consider a calling Others know this as falling With no net no mesh, helmet to ingest Protect your neck you better hope for the best Instep the regrets, combined with the stress I never fall back, I fall forward, Progress I wanna make a difference, leave something, suspect I wanna take some time off see London, concept Make my life really mean something, no stress Lead a life, keep that beat bumping, in my chest I wanna love life and life loved, and the rest Get a grip get a hold find some common ground Leave the worries leave the wastes at the lost and found Don't take your place make your place, don't let them weigh you down Make a move if this movement doesn't move you You gotta say what needs said and then pull through It's a common mistake We repeat it the same It's played in spades Call it faith charades It's a common mistake We repeat it the same It's found in graves Call it end of days It's a common mistake We repeat it the same Caught in a daze don't know How to behave, afraid to grey Colors run to the back of my brain Here I am, here I stand, neither foot in their graves Simply shift it, turn it sideways Like a folded road map I keep looking for the highways Solely suckers looking my way Pushing pedals got no brakes That kind don't learn from their mistake Now selection needs her snakes But now she's filing them away No, she ain't keeping track of space One in front the other, I'll do the same A different grain structured While you hide from rolling thunder I'll be braving rain with comfort Skin will change, you'll lose the sunburn Not a game, this just gets tougher You will change and so will others Rearrange, hold back discomfort Keep contained, grateful of cover Leave no stain, no horror hover May contain, traces of rubber Flexible, works well with others That's a joke you throw for the "yes" vote If you think no, I hope you look close Don't choke, third strike and your ghost It's a common mistake We repeat it the same It's played in spades Call it faith charades It's a common mistake We repeat it the same It's found in graves Call it end of days It's a common mistake We repeat it the same Caught in a daze don't know How to behave, afraid to grey Colors run to the back of my brain Here I am, here I stand, neither foot in their graves

Chemical burn to wash the taste away Another lesson learned that no one's watching anyway As hard as I try, I try, I try again Watching the back of my seldom called close friends Like common local trends depends on more than discipline What's right and wrong and then Ten-fold it's so cold these windows Frostbit your choke hold, fake gusto I told this so-called tornado, to show your black beaten dress code That rich fabric so tragic bleeds black when you leave it to sit Catch light from left to the hat tip, catch coins where the cats leave their bagged nip Deadbolt the latch where the kings clip, go home when you feel the salt drip I found her out where the sun sits So warm back in the closet By the water out with the cruise ships Where the vagrants keep to their loose ends Where the poor can't afford to pretend Out where living dead is a common Going back to the land not forgotten America, shoot em' if we got em' Grab a hold of your panic because she won't Stretched perched with that guilt gripped libido Gutwrench, quarter inch, don't you feel that pinch The singe setting in, don't wince, cringe, I binge Going on weeks that I can't remember I found myself in the middle of November December comes too soon to take what's bloomed The sun shines through transparent truth Water weight that poison taste Honor subliminal, to keep them caged, dazed Out of place, in grace, I'm spaced, incase justifying why the laced must be traced I replace the fact that she don't that cheap tone wrinkled tuxedo, the speech flows Disengage the legs, that downtown take, turn around and make the decision to break Watcher wades, know the trade, this bird only speaks when it has something to say It's not in taste, a race, no position to place, the nest built tomorrow will be gone by today Complicate this simple stage, that cheap glow, they breathe slow with no nose, your throats closed, suffocate in the maze they build daily to make us feel crazy Open your eyes and see construed that concrete tune, that she sings to Locusts that lie and feed into, the headline news that they preach is true Say goodbye to the life that you knew and thought too soon, lost compass tuned Step aside and let time pass you, with things that you drew, that won't come true I've heard of living for the lonely is only a choice made by the mannered so mostly It's a coastal thing, the water sings, without that ring with no swamp thing I've heard of living for the now, but it's profound, your guilt makes a noise so loud Over-cumbering, the notes she sings, the postal brings, the new life, new strings After awhile, I stopped listening, started the sparks that blew the sum of the parts After denial, I couldn't hear that ring, parted the cards that got my here from the start After the trail, I felt it sickening, slipping in, cinnamon, for what it's been, now taste like tin Laugh suicidal, I found discipline, for what it's been, now tastes like tin, now taste like

Consistency, Ha! We sinch you see Convincingly Convinced that we We can keep complete A fragment feat Dragged out beneath There goes the street From out your feet That feeling creeps Push past belief Pulled from the deep Your breathing speeds "Is it still me?" A mockery of what I thought to be Clear as mud, black and bleak A common courtesy Wipe your feet Clean your cuts before you talk to me Hold belief like leaves hold trees Seasons speak when need suit seas Seeds then seed and keep beliefs Sell seeded thoughts for what's considered "cheap" Common stares from cared now care less Common glares compared, do you careless? Autobahn with your auto wrong Senses gone, this just can't belong Wayne as Ghengis Khan The line's been drawn With no catch, hopeless I'm a mess, I make stress, a complex I detest, hold on to forget The feelings that crept Leave as soon as they've set Erase Another take until we find an escape Like a prison break I've been counting the days In a daze, I've been trying to retrace Steps once made can't remember the breads taste Birds must've paved, shit got weathered away Common mistakes when you're hoping of age Come to misplace the meaning I make The "me" that I make, the theme that I take Speak volumes Flags tied to a cold brick Like bergs break on old ships That old hope just won't quit The glass breaks, then it gives Led behind with a bottle and a burning match No further fronts, did you not smell the gas The curtain taunts, ripped and torn to fit the tap Trying to get this, this feeling back Anesthetic and forget it If you let it, like you read it Up on Reddit, copacetic With that threat thin Smug grin, inhale, exhale, come on man We're laughing, they're clapping Apologetic and poetic Can't forget it like your credit Got that credit? Get that "Cred" quick Some preach peace, but they live another credo Some needs niche, but only speak to those who sleeve locs Apathetic not pathetic They'll forget it well I edit Don't discredit naw just let it Well I thread it Tied to some old ghosts Either way It's better just to let go Speak volumes Flags tied to a cold brick Like bergs break on old ships That old hope just won't quit The glass breaks, then it gives

To mend, stand lonely yet side by side Shed two, not three tears and count them as they dry Know them for who they are, not who they’ve been Child actor turned chiropractor Let the world begin to shed its skin Lost track, the backlash is intact You could say inebriated Lame, out-dated, breeds a hatred Made to think that “Yeah, I made it!” Shit is sacred, some just take it Rearrange it, can’t exchange it Left lying naked, famous faded I had my doubts and debt, roped regrets Couldn’t seem to forget The line turns thick with stress The grey it blends Holistic trend Dotted line to the end No goalie to tend Freefall, to the final descent Brace for landing again There’s no landing again But we try to pretend We sit our sorry’s by singing angels Fallen halo’s spin farther fables Fathers just as able, no need for a Cain No need to explain Explanations might change sometimes for the worse While opinions more informed lack this common curse Ignorance so bold, shotgun in the herse When told I'm growing old I look for what I am worth What I'm worth what I want My name in bigger font Alabaster statue status With a cape and crown to match it It's not about class, in fact, classless It's about the view through these glasses The process to process this practice The patience to make sense of madness Madness, calloused, break it down to build new All so tragic, had the tools to fix too Too many moments to waste, not enough space Spaced out trying to face Common disgrace Disgraceful The grace, cold Third take on a stay, fold The state where the states cold “Mistakes” made to make gold I wait, well why wait told The weight makes the break hold The bait bought now tasteful A couple of days old I’m sick of sick and tired Tired of sickness starting fire Feeble witness to conspire Tired and sick, I’ll start the fire