Spitting ideas at sheep in a pasture
Another one over the fence
Another day closer to disaster
They're jumping faster than they did last year
Pick a side
Fight to the death
There's no fence- walking out here in the west
Run from love
Spit on graves
Lie in bed while the whole house goes up in flames
When you finally scream, It's too late
Your notebooks have burnt to ash by the time you learn that rhyming is cliche
Does nothing matter now, that we're finally bones-deep in the fucking ground?
All that's left is the pre-recorded sounds of suffering and love
And the lessons learned because of years of trial and error
And staring at a thousand different strangers in the mirror
As I gasp for air It's too late
I'm a formless ball of consciousness just floating away
And all the time you wasted
Just getting wasted
Chin up, completely complacent
You finally have learned your love for the language
Shortly after your tongue ceases to exist
Along with everything else a man could ever think defines what he is
I suppose this why we live to die
To learn when It's too late that we could have been alive this whole time
Instead of being sheep led by the blind
Spoon-fed isms and bullshit as we stand in line
Waiting to forfeit
Now is the time to rebel and restore it
To gather our scattered limbs all littered with a thick layer of bad luck Orchestrated in the perfect symphony that plays while we get fucked
It doesn't end until they've busted their nut
Now that he's knocking at my door I can see
Death is truly what it means to be free
An uninhibited flow of thought
Just listen to reveal every secret that just is
and give justice to your existence with time
Or grab a spot in line behind the rest of us just waiting here to flatline
I didn't realize this whole entire time
I was nothing but an angry lyric in an angry song written by and angry god
Now I just fade away into the fog

As I gasp for air it's too late
I'm a formless ball of consciousness just floating away
And all the time you wasted just getting wasted
Chin up, completely complacent
You finally learned your love for the language
Shortly after your tongue ceases to exist
Along with everything else a man could overthink defines what he is
And i suppose this is why
We live to die
To learn when it's too late that we could have felt alive this whole time