From The Grave
Drifting with the waves I find I vibe with meritocracy
I lift off
Knowing what it means to be here lost at sea
I find what I’ve been knowing
Bound in all of these dichotomies
I’m sick of feeling like I’ve been decaying from the out in
Being praised by devils not the truth of holy admins
Troubled by myself the feeling comes from deep down under
Too glamorous is life, I fail to see the times I blunder
I might try to hold a mic, but I still don’t know about shit
With power comes responsibility you know you flaunt it
Don’t recognize what comes with showing off the worst as true
You know that people will follow suit, you don’t? Well why did you?
I make ties, I make crimes and binds and bastions of realer me’s
You project yourself and wreck yourself and lie right through your teeth
But I’ve heard of you, caught word of you, I know just who you are
Makes me question my priorities, why would you show your scars?
