[ Featuring VICTIME ]
Hell is waiting, clock is ticking
Forbidden fruit ripe for the picking
Slipping and sliding, not really sticking
Drab conversation not really clicking
It don't come easy, so I give up
At first obstruction, I self-destruct
A chance encounter, some call it luck
I'm standing still where lightning struck
I love the sound of my own voice screaming in the void
Gratification must be instant
Anxiety becomes insistent
Need to control all of the resistant
A false feeling of being distant
Skip to the ending, toes are tapping
To the sound of one hand clapping
Attention span so close to snapping
My eyes won't close when I am napping
I love the sound of my own voice screaming in the void
I'm having a mental breakdown in an east atl coke den
Anticipation will surely kill me
The finish line will not fulfill me
I'll accept it, gluttony fills me
There's nothing here that's left to thrill me
To fill my time, I'm wasting it
Stare at the floor, I'm pacing it
A new distraction, I'm chasing it
I'm full of shit, I'm tasting it
Perfect timing needs to be mastered
You wanna go slow, I wanna go faster
A recipe for complete disaster
Now I've become a total bastard
Avoid unnecessary frustration
And you won't get the red-faced sensation
I put myself in these situations
Perpetually, I have no patience
