Distort (feat. NTT)

It's hard for me to focus when I'm down in the dumps, Surrounded by the people who allowed me to jump Not jump in the worst way, Jump on this verse and be the person who nerfs pain, Through a musical work rates, That's before I started writing negligent moans Reveal what's in my closet with these skeleton bones For the first five years, I kept myself secluded to immerse right here, But now I'm slowly thinking Lay it on the line and be true to my person Prove I'm determined to be free of this earth, While I'm on that walk doing suitable learning I will combat thoughts of this suicide murmur Know that it's difficult to change patterns, People shouldn't quickly try to blame spasms But it's human condition, what we do if you listen So stand up for souls who can't assume the position You distort the line between reality and real life, Scars will fade but memories remain on the knife (Don't tell me I will never escape, from this place) I've wrote this out a thousand times trying to depict, But torn up many pages sticking to the script (But the hardest thing I've done is erase all this hate) I've wrote this out a thousand times but never did envision it I poured my heart and soul into these lyrics as I've written it's Heavy on the head when there's deep thought to hide, I could leave all behind if I free fall from heights, Then I open my eyes To find out it's a dream, where I've awoken in time See, the moment we envisioned such a notion is the moment we... Is the moment we lied, see The axe may forget but the tree will remember Cutting down your sanity is easy to do, So don't hide from your past, be free and adventure Time is yours and I'm believing in you I know, Exactly what it's like to be the one who will act brave, And act as if it's normal to be treated like crap, wait... In fact, take a stand, and overcome and adapt, break, The walls in which surround you; because You distort the line between reality and real life, Scars will fade but memories remain on the knife (Don't tell me I will never escape, from this place) I've wrote this out a thousand times trying to depict, But torn up many pages sticking to the script (But the hardest thing I've done is erase all this hate) Others Cynical minds will always define The reason to Open your life, a different incline, Keep reaching through, A moment in time, so hard to decide When to cut it loose, Or tie it tighter, The shackles make it so you wont improve So I start to question myself and the powers that be Always on the lookout for the lowest fruit on the tree A Pearl of wisdom from the darkest debris Of a shattered person telling me, begging me not to chase the dream, I guess when it comes down to the end of the day, You do you or whatever and you hope and you pray, That when those times get tough and you're feeling betrayed That you don't see me laugh as I'm walking away