The Feeling Video (MV)

I get the feeling
These people
Just think I'm silliness
Laughing and joking
Around at the shit
That I'm dealing with
I hope my willingness
To share is making you care
About what's wrinkled here
Writhing beneath my curly hairs
It has got you staring
Ears wide-out to hear it
Though, you, listening
To my soul is some kind of miracle
But we can't hear it so
I crave your attention
So focused on getting that I crack, when
Other shits stay on, they own tracks
In fact, most times, when I start thinking
That maybe... when I'm talking
To myself, I'm actually... crazy
And I wanna push that ass back
From the forefront of my mind
Which at it's core is kinda hard
To do. Like asking who the finest
Marvel of the Marvel crew
And if it's hard for you to understand
Where I'm coming from, take a fast
Or starve yourself for a star cycle or two
Of all that something, all that bullshit
Maybe I'm pretentious
Maybe I'm sorry. Maybe
But I'm not sorry about my aptitude
Your attitude is rude to me
Your non-knowledge is lewd to me
Your foolishness is fuel to me
Taking all this time to tongue all over
Such a hard-candy beat
It's a fantasy, but I get the feeling

I get the feeling

When I turned five
I learn I couldn't stay alive
It wasn't a biggie 'til I started
Having visions, ascending
At incredible speeds, It was
All white though, Until I hit
The blackness: attractive
I could feel my body morphing
Expanding into infinity's serenity
I was simply scared witless
I switched off my witness
It was too late to open up my eyes though
The greatness of God had burned into my psychos
Oh, maybe, that's why I always seemed so psycho
Entranced with death, only alive for a cycle
Is that pathetic? The type of tale a child tells? So
I sorta kept it inside
Fearing to peer at it again
I was recreant
Started bottle-necking it
Outside of my body in doses
To anyone who came closest to me
Giving me compliments
Saying what I ought to be
But I lacked the sort of drive
Someone whose alive with have
I'd died too many times for that
That life was superficial
Got a lot o' laughs from pretense
Yet the artificial was the only matter for my intents
But maybe past is the wrong tense

Since I know I that I will die forever
I won't spend my life
Pretending I am dead

Incessant keeper of secrets
A liar desired to confide in no one
By holding unopened
I know that my only release is in beats
An iamb of retreat
Will discreetly completely me
And bring me to you
If I'm singing to you
So I write, and I hope
That I'm nice with the poems
That music will fuse us
We'll lose all control and combine
Beyond time and space
My, my, My Friend
The chase is lie
In this game we're all spies
Till we die

And I know I that I will die forever
I won't spend my life
Pretending I am dying