Void

What the fuck are we doing here, unclear
Staring at life's headlights, stuck like a deer, oh dear
No remedy, no relief, just grief
Wasted energy on enemies, yes indeed
Just breathe, path still hidden, just leave
Just a wait a sec for the rhythm to hit, it's just me
Just be, happy for what, fuck that shit
They treat life like a wife, well fuck that bitch
Sold soul for jacks and a pog that features Alf
Now I don't look like a slob when I bring the sneakers out
Bring the speakers out, blast that N-9-5
Real phony when said by a guy who sounds like he might die
Any second now, cause life is often fleeting
Especially when you spend it listening to your heart beating
In the dark bleeding, nothing so dramatic
But all you feel is drama when you're stuck up in the attic
Getting fucked up, probably addict, let the body have it
Internal battlefield, substance causing havoc
Bottoms up, battleship sunk, game over
I'm destined for destiny's funk like a lame ogre
I might as well hit the brakes, pop the trunk on a range rover
That I don't even own, cause ownership is a slaveholder
I own a lot of shit, but the chain's stolen
Most people I know rock a chain with the same owner
Over your head, but the point is it ain't over
Pointless, like pointing in a void with a flame thrower