Circuit Breaker (feat. Onry Ozzborn)

It's the dawn of all nonsense Only constant is the concept Left the light on since 6 Left to write thoughts get writ Analyze all this from an office No correspondence Spot them in the corner of my eye Lurking in the corridor just outside It's dawn and I'm peaking I'm gone for the weekend Feel more connected to the world Through a song when I'm speaking Frequent my moods shift So the way I view it Change quicker than The time it took to introduce it Bumming drags off a cig from my bro in his Buick Tryna quit Substitute it for a toothpick This new mood Exclusive To the time and area It's all about placement Lost and it feel great Lost and I'm used to it Off on a tangent Still got truth to it Sun sink and I'm sick to my stomach Confronted by a image in the mirror I don't f*ck with Limbs feel unadjusted Finger pointing at rest of the world How could I ever I trust them Cave collapse and my back hold the place up Mouth form the words that my pen take the place of Language might get diluted Anytime I change the pace up But I'm begging for a break so I fall apart n scrape it up Mother fucker we ain't made of the same stuff Treat crutches like stilts Find a place among the great ones I kill the pain with a paintbrush yeah Pluck wires from the grid Reattach them where I want to Find a glitch in the map for you to fall through Bend circuits round the face of a clock This pen find ground where the times lost Peel back these layers, nope Suck you into the sky, invisible rope You my kite now Only talent that they seem to have is raised eyebrows Case closed, cause it went cold Briefcase, black on black, Chanel, I'm told Full of washed away paper I'm hip Laundering all of my thoughts get a grip I got the juice now except I gave it a nod Dad bod Cape Cod A Rod In my bag like a magician In my bag like this trick or treat Act of contrition In body experience and such Cacti framework Don't fucking touch Or else fresh prints No glove pish-posh Slap back on my reverb, its time to mosh Crack whips, I'm a jockey race-horse-gosh TikTok shock value Andre and Tosh One point zero Erick to finish this plot Go head and leave them there, let them rot Like a Wiler Never no sympathy you pig meat & I'm Gene Wilder Follow my footsteps I'm the lord in this bitch Walking on water but I live in a ditch It's okay though my son Sire, will find the glitch shortly and fix thee Then send it off for calibration, done by The V Pluck wires from the grid Reattach them where I want to Find a glitch in the map for you to fall through Bend circuits round the face of a clock This pen find ground where the times lost Peel back these layers, yup Mainframe twist whole world lose touch Peel back these layers, yup Mainframe twist whole world lose touch