vanitas

It sounds complicated to sign off this residence Outside the city, searching the oak trees But what does it mean? To see past the surface? Past the purpose? Nevertheless, my search as a tourist is losing purpose Lungs breaking down from this dirt That I swore was worthless Lord, I know you see past the surface I'm not a tourist, anymore I'm all yours as before As before Well, this is my soul's destination Taking commission I know there's an infestation A need for fumigation Straight up for my imagination Songs so heartless chasing after these tinted coins Vanity so deep, but the mind engulfs it's habitat Within false hope It seems like everybody feels immortal But when death creeps They can't stop but feel mortal Like a portal to reality I know it's vague but it's reality Got to pray for their reality You can say i'm claustrophobic From the time closing in on me