Apnea

If I shed my wool
And you could see my fangs
Would you run in fear
And never look back my way?
Would you bring the town
With pickets and fire?
Condemnation spit
From an unblemished choir

Where are we going? I do not know
Why am I stagnant? I cannot grow
I'm just an act in a part of their show
Beat to his tempo, We sing to his flow

Where are we going? I'm so confused
They say it don't matter if I am amused
I can't say for sure if I trust in his muse
It's sound is pleasant till it's undertones oozed

Regurgitate content and circumvent; gain our consent
Regurgitate substance in abundance, keep your distance amongst us
Regurgitate, don't arbitrate; hold up
Recirculate invertebrate; you perpetrate hold up!
Duplicate, duplicate, duplicate, duplicate
I innovate, no duplicate, making music that no one can formulate
You aggravate and desolate youngins
Who would emulate a cultural surrogate
Overpopulate a scene that already assimilates

I keep trying to fall asleep
But what's the use of counting sheep?
My eyes are glued open exposed to thoughts that creep
You only see skin deep

When I sleep nightmares feed with my skull as a cup
When will this dissipate, is this life or fake?
But if I can't wake up
Am I asleep or awake?

Some call it apnea; I call it drive
I'm fueled by a hunger for more, in which I thrive
Hold onto dreams and nightmares stored in archives
Aware to know I'm not done, never arrive

If I'm still alive, then I push and I strive
Some say obsessive but my God revives
It's momentary, and I bet I'll survive
So few see the vision; they have a failure to thrive

If you lead the line best believe you a have a greater responsibility
Lead the pack to the best of your ability
If you lead them to drown you'll be the cause of their debility
If you aren't rooted in life that's instability

If you can't hold up the mantle you open more vulnerability
Respectively, maybe you shouldn't be leading nobility
Not to bring you down I just think you're lacking humility
And that doesn't lead to life, it leads to sterility

I keep trying to fall asleep
But what's the use of counting sheep?
My eyes are glued open exposed to thoughts that creep
You only see skin deep

When I sleep nightmares feed with my skull as a cup
When will this dissipate, is this life or fake?
But if I can't wake up
Am I asleep or awake?

I don't want to come across hypocritical
But we live in a age that is so critical
So cynical everything's political
They feed off emotions sososo parasitical

If you can't carry the mantle I promise that it's alright
Not everybody was born with a teachers sight
It's better than to be-beckoned and tricked into a scythe
Because you led another sheep without reliable sight

Don't lead another to demise and the bite
I'm opening, beckoning and sharing foresight
Death has a hungry appetite
Never abandons despite the numbers
In which he obliged on in delight

The industry promises to excite
But it's temporary; everything 's finite
Don't live for a highlight, time is tight
Can't sustain an endless appetite

I keep trying to fall asleep
But what's the use of counting sheep?
My eyes are glued open exposed to thoughts that creep
You only see skin deep

When I sleep nightmares feed with my skull as a cup
When will this dissipate, is this life or fake?
But if I can't wake up
Am I asleep or awake?