Only you can look after yourself
Don't have illusions you're looked after
I know what I'll stock in my shelf
Ending it all as the steps falter
I could count the steps
But where will that take me
Give your all peeps
As far as the eyes see
All play and no work
It's a simple elegant plan
Not going to mess up like a dork
Confirmation requires a brain scan
I laugh like opera singers
So fresh like laudry all hanged
But a stench in the air lingers
Nothing good comes when banged
Feels like the skies are on everything I do
Can't escape even when I've dug so deep
Paranoia sure the feelings true
Sowing all this surely I'll reap
Memories that's all they are
Distant into the past
Eager to turn away looking afar
In most they do not last
I'm not wrong to be afraid of myself
An out of control vessel facing turbulence
Parking all reason on a packed shelf
Created by my brains emotional violence
