Always anticipating the arrival of death
Any breath could be my last time i checked
Snapping photos of places and people i've met
Just in case i forget
I'm not trying to forget
Evils running rampant
False heroes validate and stamp it
Most people don't give a f*ck what happens
As long as they're not impacted
I'm tired of all this acting
Amount of real is just a fraction
This shit is f*cking tragic
I had to flip the script on them
Now i always have it
Its been a few autumns since familiar faces that i sawed them
All the thoughts i've done thought em up
Over thinking thats my problem yup