Hold Me, Hostage

Eyelids blinded by violence These six self-critics all come with a sidebitch In my future I hear violins In this vision I'm silent Give this life distance I'm diving Can't pick no sleep No option, can't stop it Hold me hostage Pressure weighing Ill fated It's all Blood slowing in the vein It's all Nerves split to keep sane It's all Dormant cancer laying It's all Aim swaying in motive It's all Pacing chosen for me On firing all of the time Hendrix Yin-Yanging with a Columbine It's all Holding me hostage Holding me hostage Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah One sense motherfucker? I'm going all five Never got no quiet Deafened by it all piling Change can't come with the faults lying Shooting range Smoke my lungs Lion prowess with the gun Every strain, every frame Pulling focus 'til I'm none Uh Gold medalist if I make it to the 27 club Succumbing to the push when it comes to shove Can't keep it up Knees weak in us Can't breathe enough Grieving the love Leaving us with no author You can bet your ass I'm always staying contra 'Cause I can't get no peace from a mantra, nigga Holding me hostage Can't get no sleep 'cause I need options Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Somebody better hold me hostage 'Cause I don't know if I'm gonna make it I'm tired of feeling so vacant All these things copy-pasted Somebody better hold me hostage I don't know if I'm gonna make it I'm tired of feeling so vacant How can you love me if I'm faking? Hold me