Un0rth0d0x Th1nk1ng

Uh uh uh uh uh Yeah Uh uh uh uh uh What does it mean to feel your anger all the time? (Yeah) What does it mean to speak your mind in all your rhymes? (Yeah) I think the feeling could move all through your spine (yeah) I'm not posing cause I know I feel kind But what's the time if I can cut through all the vines of what is mines in all the shrines inside your evilistic mind? Oh you so kind, we build a bind that last through all the wasted time Look upon the water as it holds the moonlight's shrine And the civilizations mind is blind to useful time Oh what couldn't be confined But what is a rhyme? Yo it'll make sense in time Oh wait, that wasn't supposed to happen Yeah we start clapping and we go against what's dapper and it's cool And now we're back to begin without a trend And we have no need to defend, well it depends (or not and find our way to the spot) In all the lot in which we drive to watch our way to get by I remember when I was a child and I used to get shy But in my mind I like to talk Instead I get fought Yeah it's a lot, but best believe I feel it all in my heart (all in my heart) I know my soul would shatter a lot, if it starts to feel tart No longer sweet and seem in need of a remedy (of a remedy) But I'd rather pass in memory and rest my head so solemnly And listen to my heartbeat as it tries to stop repeatedly Stop (stop) Blatantly stare into the ceiling as the room starts spinning When the vortex said it would stop screaming Guess how long this could be Maybe last a few weeks Until it tips me in the lake where I submerge silently It is heavenly to drown in my elusive trimmings The pain is stinging with all the voices screaming inside my mind With all of its dark felt shrines Enter time to awaken me from all that time that wasted by Inside my mind with all the ties of the shit I felt inside The bond that ties up my insides Unravel to watch me get by and fly high through high tides as I tell myself I want to die Don't want to die (I want to die) Rest real nice on thin ice that splits fine When my mind begins to pay the price of that stuff that makes me want to die And I feel fine, woah that's lie I fake high, and I truth low Real low, no vision I switch flow (confusion) I'm ruling my measurements of length of time that holds all my reprimands So I grab a pen, I go to town, and create a city when I sit down I'm gone now I feel so fine And I feel so fine And I feel so fine And I feel, I feel And I feel so fine (Don't feel fine)