Chicken Friday

Time to begin my concession
To satisfy my needs with these sessions
Rectify my mind's obsession of escaping my status quo
In the lens is my reflection, the only thing that takes my affection
But I don't know, what do I say? What direction do I go?

Put in a position, I must make a decision
How to cope with my condition and all this self-derision
'Cause I've gotta find fruition with all of the emissions
From my head that I'm spitting
Into a camera, oh!

My mindset faded black and grey left me with a contusion
What's up with this confusion?
(I must clear my mind)
I know that all these other people think I'm going crazy
Everybody's mocking me
All the voices talking in my head are such a nuisance
I'm not sure what to do, 'cause consciousness is slowly slipping
And no one seems to listen to the words that I let flow

All of these emotions have caused me a commotion
And I'd like to make a notion of my mental demotion
There's no help in a devotion
My mind is like an ocean and the waves in my head are crashing
I'm going to blow

It's so hard to face this reality when I know that this is the end of me



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Janvier
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