[no_escape]
My shame is like gravity
Once I return to Earth
I'm always brought down by my sense self of worth
The trials of humanity
Been Cursed since birth
How can this hellfire transform into a hearth?
I would rather spend my time swiftly soaring through the clouds
Away from from all the noise
But I'd still be smelling loud
Rolling up a bluntsky
Pk would be proud
But reality is slowly seeping all around
Yo can I just breath
Without this weighing on my chest?
Like I got two tons that I'm trying to bench press
What's one more day when I always have less
I cannot find answer or an educated guess
I guess I'm stuck as a server for the rest of my life
Without any prospect of a girlfriend to wife
Mental illness in my family will we always be sick?
And my lack of ambition wants it all too quick
Maybe my music won't hit the billboards
Maybe it's a hobby just to do when I'm bored
Maybe every note I've written won't strike a chord
If Time is money
What I've wasted
Is something I can't afford
It's the pain of the mundane
Distract me from this hell
Bandaids on my disdain
It might not heal me well
But I think I'd go insane
I wouldn't live and tell
Escape from my own brain
Love saying farewell
Into my teleporting pad
Disappear just like a fad
Once I'm taken far away
I forget why I was sad
I need more excitement
More distraction
More relief
Less attachments
I believe
I'll find some peace
Instead of dealing with my actions
Help me forget I'm in this plane of existence
Float in my space
And watch earth from a distance
Help me forget I'm in this plane of existence
I'd rather stay in space
And watch earth from a distance
There's no escape
I get high sometimes
To fall down
No escape
Nah
There's no escape
I get high sometimes
To fall down
I'm falling
I'm stalling
But realities setting in
I'm falling
I'm stalling
But realities setting in
Once I return to Earth
I'm always brought down by my sense self of worth
The trials of humanity
Been Cursed since birth
How can this hellfire transform into a hearth?
I would rather spend my time swiftly soaring through the clouds
Away from from all the noise
But I'd still be smelling loud
Rolling up a bluntsky
Pk would be proud
But reality is slowly seeping all around
Yo can I just breath
Without this weighing on my chest?
Like I got two tons that I'm trying to bench press
What's one more day when I always have less
I cannot find answer or an educated guess
I guess I'm stuck as a server for the rest of my life
Without any prospect of a girlfriend to wife
Mental illness in my family will we always be sick?
And my lack of ambition wants it all too quick
Maybe my music won't hit the billboards
Maybe it's a hobby just to do when I'm bored
Maybe every note I've written won't strike a chord
If Time is money
What I've wasted
Is something I can't afford
It's the pain of the mundane
Distract me from this hell
Bandaids on my disdain
It might not heal me well
But I think I'd go insane
I wouldn't live and tell
Escape from my own brain
Love saying farewell
Into my teleporting pad
Disappear just like a fad
Once I'm taken far away
I forget why I was sad
I need more excitement
More distraction
More relief
Less attachments
I believe
I'll find some peace
Instead of dealing with my actions
Help me forget I'm in this plane of existence
Float in my space
And watch earth from a distance
Help me forget I'm in this plane of existence
I'd rather stay in space
And watch earth from a distance
There's no escape
I get high sometimes
To fall down
No escape
Nah
There's no escape
I get high sometimes
To fall down
I'm falling
I'm stalling
But realities setting in
I'm falling
I'm stalling
But realities setting in
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