How About It? (Single Version)

I keep on seeing my anxieties Through the trees in the forest Looking up at the sky This is where my memory leads me I won't get much sleeping in At least not tonight Tomorrow maybe I'm gone Maybe I'm God Isn't that something We can be a whole lot of ugly Turns out we're a whole lot of nothing I can see through the life The static feels nice I can't sleep with my strife Am I dreaming or dying I am blinking and twice If I don't see it once I get bright eyed Feels vague in the night Praise me If I can't erase me, guess I'll just embrace me Ain't no courage left in men there's evidence I'm a bed of despair and I don't care You can feel it from the front From the time that we burst through the door to the people that were there before I don't care you can get it I said it and I meant it, bitch Deposit hands hit like the high hat cymbals do No symbolism left in spirituals You can choose it's use But is it using you What did you do My memory confuses me I don't mean to come back like that at you I just need to see one thing Is this reality I'm feeling Please remind me where I am F*ck it, I'm a gone gone goner And you want it back to the rhythm of a large tongue bomb or Would you like non blonde Dahmer I can drop him right on you Id be delighted to If you got it light it How you gonna just erase the poignance Of civilians in the millions Nobody really cares, it's always over there You see it on your TV screens but you don't even stop to stare They try to tell you there's blood on your breath and it's hidden You don't even wonder where You got a heart right there and if you know how to use it you should Dare to dream about it now Nothing left to be but about it I was dreaming in the bath in the middle of a lapse of life I'm a bed of despair and I don't care You can feel it from the front From the time that we burst through the door to the people that were there before I don't care, you can't get it I said it and I meant it You are only a dying disease Trying whatever you can to breed And as you open each door you stumble onto the floor But Simon says it's all in your head How many sights have been denied of us to see