Last Man Standing on the Edge of the World

I'm sorry but I got it, It got me, I'm going On a far away holiday, no plan on returning Would you miss me? lately, I ain't so sure From sooth-sayer to noo dour - I no longer feel truer And you are levitating over me and pure Am a footnote of an anecdote but the future needs you I've become a worser version of my former person Denial gives permission to pick up this weapon Reality cheats me and leads to aggression Want to break out this box that am stuffed down and kept in I reckon the dirt road just got too damn windy The twists were confusing, the lights how they blind me Sat-navs to enemies, mapped out how they find me In unlikely hidey-hole , me? me me no likey I'm leaving a trail, too tired to fight it Stole petrol from Peter told Paul to ignite it Last man standing on the edge of the world rolling solo with a flag unfurled This is a man who runs from discussion Comes from the tunnel of fuzz and expulsion Turns into devil on worst of consumption Struggles to function and fucking disgusting Understands why you can't but just wants you to love him Outcast from all funding relies on his cunning I speak in the Third I see some of you wondering Hoping for the forks in the tongue, in abundance It sickens to witness the pits of corruption The worst bits conforming in order to summon Up a little something am burnt out but gunning For those forbid me, forgive me, I`m coming And you can't stun me with a lump sum am troublesome and running Into oncoming traffic with a mask made for surgeon The muzzle hides a piece of the puzzle called consumption Translating isolation but transmitting from nothing Last man standing on the edge of the world rolling solo with a flag unfurled