Su-tle

It's alright mom I'm only bleeding nothing to fucking see it's
Part of the process to give it some f-cking meaning
What you speaking? Chill, it's the weekend
Relax and have a good time don't be going off the deep end

I am the deep end, deep in some green tea steeped in
Some hot water sin sweet shit
Vibing high off the sick life I'm living no longer driven
To ride my fucking mind into a future vision

That you thought of, yeah, I didn't think of it
You think I would think of something so thoughtless you's an idiot
Resistant to mind control when the spine unfolds
A lot of folks anticipate the afterlife they're dying to know

Oh, no sky dad for you so you laughing
Yet I saw you running up to your big brother up cause you's a bastard
The nightmare is never over
It only changes the mind that it's taken over

I don't give a fuck, well I do
I guess I just give less a fuck, to you
The art is subtle like the b in the word
Or it's retarded and I'm being absurd

You getting hung up on word like it's hangman
Pissed away your power over sounds and that's a shame damn
You had control but you lost it no worse you tossed it
Swallowed by an emotional mosh pit

You get one life and that's all
So when you smell an asshole don't feel inclined to go into the bath stall
Cause what to do if somebody's rude
Your responsible for your emotions not some other dude

Poor baby I know it makes you more crazy
You can't see it's your decision just listen to what I'm saying
I'm not playing I'm really being for real
For real, for real, for real you got to chill