Dissipate

You bastards will pay
For all the acts of disasters you made
Backs to the back of the facts to be slayed
Hands in your pants, jacking off just for days
When it's a fact there's no turning back
Passion is fashion no, no turning back
Acting pretentious
Pretending to lack
A compass of honesty
Promise me that
Honesty's whack

Settled with second
And try to forget it
Be Bothered? Don't let it
So sick of the questions
And sick of forgetting
So sick of depending
I'll stick to defending
I'm partially ready
These parts aren't steady
Instead they weigh heavy
With envy, it's deadly
The ending's impending
Do more than suspecting
And waiting for mending
Just shed your skin

Losing your belt
Losing yourself
Using infusion, a personal hell
I swear to god that this is hell
Maybe an admission sale
Tickets of my spiraling life
So don't ask if i care about
What I'm hiding if honestly it's anxiety

I'm hidden behind of this fake smile
22 years of growing with the mind of a child
And in the meanwhile, I'll be staring at the dial
Counting down the milliseconds till the minutes start to pile
Idle too often, my idol's a coffin, vitals are dropping
Reprisals taunting, denial by scoffing, no need for profit
Cycles so common, rifles to comets, why be spiteful to progress?
Just think of the process, feel the same non-sense,
There is the concept, empathy

I can feel myself, dissipate with the wind
I'll float around just to rise those goosebumps of your skin

It doesn't matter what's within
They'll always judge you stupidly, superficially