Yeah- The bullets left the barrel
Champing at the bit - I think I ripped off the enamel
Standardised to fit are all the artists on the channels
Sleepwalking to oblivion bedazzled
The wet flannels back to
Put a dampener on proceedings
Telling them that facts never cared about feelings
The monkey on my back has gone bananas and it's peeling
Back the layers of my being
Sitting staring at the ceiling
Sinking in my feelings
Now it feels like I'm drifting away
Spliffs just to get through the day
Chilling and killing the pain
You thought the pain was gone - but you can tell that's bullshit , from the way I lace my songs
It shouldn't take this long - to dissipate the hate
But I've been dealing with some shit I'll take to the grave
I count months and days and still nothing changes
I feel so nameless - and isolated