Stems

Purchased a school bus, mistrusted this system
Ditched the dim grid dehydrating my engine

Back in the day they diagnosed stigmas
Prescribed the crutch to lean on and play victim

Head-spaces stay laced with deception
Elementary reflects penitentiaries

Divorce reshapes behaviors, adds stress
And question, by hands, who's absent with depression

Hammer into youth success is predestined
Crucify you if you recommend perspective

Learned I was intelligent, the top one percentage
Of the planet's most advanced emotionally receptive

Yet, I'm too tense, doing my best under this pressure
How long can this last like my first sex in Destin

Each fish swims with unique imperfection
So stray from the bait, man, development arrested

Pour another shot all my friends are alcoholics
Smoking up the pot to release knowledge from the subconscious
Children pop pills, chase thrills, with a fleeting focus
No one wants to notice, go and play the music louder

Pour another shot all my friends are alcoholics
Smoking up the pot to release knowledge from the subconscious
Children pop pills, chase thrills, with a fleeting focus
No one wants to notice, go and play the music louder

Dwell upon the days before Blockbuster went under
Biking with my friends, pimples and pure wonder

Nintendo in my backpack, imagination conquered
Girls were still gross and the concrete had chalk blurs

We glorified drama just to overdose
Then syringes caused more death per year than a collision course

Can't recall a time when info wasn't a game of telephone
Strangling empathy and sympathy in a web of subjective message boards

Now army recruiters pursue us out of grade school
Cigarettes smoldered out, so every high schooler vapes Juul

Nazi Klan fraternities, Barack swapped with cartoons
Kaepernick took a knee then a check with some burned shoes

Haven't seen my peers in a few since the doom grew
Needed vacation, tripped off mushrooms

Back on the tracks after scratching on some loose leaf
Writing about love somehow always sets the truth free

Pour another shot all my friends are alcoholics
Smoking up the pot to release knowledge from the subconscious
Children pop pills, chase thrills, with a fleeting focus
No one wants to notice, go and play the music louder

Pour another shot all my friends are alcoholics
Smoking up the pot to release knowledge from the subconscious
Children pop pills, chase thrills, with a fleeting focus
No one wants to notice, go and play the music louder

Wicked picks apart the meek
'Til a freak picks out an AR
Tragedy sets the scene
Titled, "imminent slaughter"

Give its another week
As screams suppress to whispers
By the summer it repeats
And every week until the winter

Where it stems from no one seems to know
Where it stems from no one seems to know
Where it stems from no one seems to know

(No one seems to know)
(No one seems to know)