Yes welcome to the end of our journey
the self discovery the crooked words stapped to the gurney
the realization of an aptitude the treaterous time spent
the 2 years of working and the toil that I had
I'm finished done with all the pettiness and squabble
wobbble the bass throttle the place into a bottle
cancel subscription to my comfort zone brainless and sacred
take a picture of the man I was before and after making
something new, something cohesive
breathing another hopfully understand the meanin
understanding in secret understaning a fleeting
grasp of who I was on the ppthway to being
the best version of myself that I can
another vicarious polygamist a break in a strand
a divided mind trapped in a cycle of self hate
minding my own company, mean it when i say

thay if life is what you make it im master crafting this livving hell
rife with strife and contemplate guess if i do it to myself
then whats the point in it, without a joint in it
annoint a poignant flow and its overly riped and soaked in drips
of blood and oil, mixed with a pestilence
they cucked if from the soil, wrapped in a censure
its another fucking lecture on the evils of the music
when the final countdown tick so loud you think its stupid
to ignore a basic set of needs embedded in us
and to retort to lazy cynics abnout who we should trust, so tell me
if you found out your philosophy was fucked
could you simply switch gears in a monotony of rush
could you do it, with a caleidescope of cuts
and bottemless guts stuck filling up untill it busts huh?
tick tock the clock goes
sit wach, no eyes closed

and if i die before you ever get to know me
could i still be called a revolutionary
if i cry know i will die lonely
will you sing my hymnns like a canary
like a canary like a canary
will you sing my hymns like a canary
and if i die before you ever get to know me
will you sing my hymns

now im just sitting here, im not saing much but im listening
all you dirtty mouth rapper yall need some listerine
act like im mister clean, obvious hypocrite
audibly setting trends I ought to be flexing them
eternally pessimest but positive sentences
I ronically muffling my bass ackwards premises
jackass in every sense cant even eat right
diet and exercise how can I commit to rhymes
how can i be in my prime when im so unsuccessful
i spode in some respects im not regretfull
should i have spent my life devoted to some other shit
follow some other wind not bound by the sentences
swallow my pride and backseat the pensiveness
freed from a precious gift tee off with eloquence
impeach me, terorist, small children carol this

and if i die before you ever get to know me
could i still be called a revolutionary
if i cry know i will die lonely
will you sing my hymnns like a canary
like a canary like a canary
will you sing my hymns like a canary
and if i die before you ever get to know me
will you sing my hymns

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That was an old ersion, something that I used to be
and now Im in coersion with tumbling knots inside of me
my voilent scream for help was just a bulleted list
my open honesty has sought a final respite from this
who spends an eening on th phone dreaming back home regret
the women I could never get asking where I'm at
convincing semblance of a piece of paper in my head
a rundown of everything I wanted to find and yet
i'm still searching
I hoped that this album would finally make me for certain
I was following another reason to exist again
I wanted new but the old can help but get mixed in
Im a product of everything I was
I cant make an album call it moving on and just be done
I cant create a symbol of a funeral for a tainted soul
everything end lowered bodies into an open hole
waiting for the day that someone else will want my hand to hold
but really it should be me to make the final call

so leaving the past is not a weakness its impossible
I'll move forward instead vacant with purpose though
If you want more of me, i hope I can deliver
and even the cold hearts still shiver
nothing could ever really hold me save myself
so the truth of the matter is I only really need my own help

and if i die before you ever get to know me
could i still be called a revolutionary
if i cry know i will die lonely
will you sing my hymnns like a canary
like a canary like a canary
will you sing my hymns like a canary
and if i die before you ever get to know me
will you sing my hymns