Mr. Sinister

What's the matter, Jackson? Dude, I don't wanna go into it right now You should really talk about it C'mon man, what's the matter? (Mr. Sinister) Dude, I had a rough night And I really don't feel like going into it right now (Mr. Sinister) C'mon man Well, what do you wanna know? Why do I always go? Just trying to beat the lows That's just how it goes What do you wanna know? Why am I all alone? Just trying to hide my lows That's just how it goes Well, I have survived all my worst days Keep my head down in these words mate I'm sick of people saying they never tire Like bro, it's so late I am like when is the morning coming You know I can't wait To remove myself from the situation So, I can think straight Well, yeah sometimes depressed You probably think I'm a mess Not sure if this is my best Just tryin' to open my chest And reveal my past and my feelings Putting the demons to rest Kinda surreal just tryin' to feel things Gotta remove all my stress Some chick asked me what's next She sent me an innocent text I had to give her the deck (Woah) Right out on a stretcher There is no way I connect With her, no nice gestures Only extreme measures With no censor You don't have to act so sinister Sorry but for my survival I whip up lyrical ligatures So, I can shut down the vitals Of all my listeners Maybe I am in denial I am my own prisoner And now I'm starting to spiral What do you wanna know? Why do I always go? Just trying to beat the lows That's just how it goes What do you wanna know? Why am I all alone? Just trying to hide my lows That's just how it goes Yeah, my words help me purge Now my friends are concerned Think I'm a little disturbed Like I got stomped on the curb Once I was free like a bird Now I been stuck in the herd Nine to five doin' work Five to nine feeling burnt Sixteen hours in a furnace You think that I would've learned Pristine facade at the surface Used to thrive now I'm worse I think I might have a curse I think I might write a verse Throw emotions in reverse I mean back of a hearse Now step on the gas and start driving in circles I'm checking my phone like now I'm uncertain If joining the driver on his fun excursion Was a secret plot to uncover my burdens I'm looking around at multiple persons I can't make sense of this mental incursion They all look like me, but conflicting versions And alter my thoughts, like a meticulous surgeon (Surgeon) Who sees all the visions, and lives in division Reality calls, but the mind is imprisoned Then the voices intrude like a careful incision Piercing my brain on this flesh an inscription Of other places the visions are vivid Initially, it's clear, then the scene turns to liquid Twisting the image, from reason I've drifted I tried blocking them out, but the voices persisted What do you wanna know? Why do I always go? Just trying to beat the lows That's just how it goes What do you wanna know? Why am I all alone? Just trying to hide my lows That's just how it goes I'm just a man on a mission No, I don't need your permission Don't understand? yeah, I get it Sit back relax while I spit it People popped up in my business And now they messin' with my feelings Askin' me a bunch of questions Like why are you terrified of living? Telling me I look different You look a little suspicious I'm just livin' in the thickness Seeing goodness for a minute Then the quickness of the sickness Spin in circles like it's discus First, it's gorgeous then it's vicious Wanna beat it? that's ambitious People lookin' at me like I'm Mr. Sinister Did you ever consider the whispers to be a trickster? Tryin' to tinker with your mind using scissors Making cuts, that get covered with blisters And erupt into the present day like what'd you think? 'er Maybe I wasn't thinkin' I thought the trauma was dead, looks like it's lost in my head Woah try again People look at me like Mister Sinister Ever consider that you need a minister? Maybe you just need someone who will listen Who will take away the negation and never forget cha' I'm talking about Jesus The one who done made ya The one who done saved ya Who rose from the grave ya (Ya, woo woo)