Solitary Lyrics

Virtual verbal diarrhoea, time is near

I'm climbing shear, faces, spitting races, leaving no spaces, or traces

To vacant faces, in audio stasis, erases complacent, weak minds, with slick rhymes

That begin to take you places

So let me slip these syllables into your morning breakfast

Talking reckless, sitting spitting gripping rhymes

Until I'm falling breathless, walking senseless, no point of direction

In the mist, I've missed, the bliss, of this

But from battling demons, grappling reasons

To keep sane, it became, the time to invent this

Because words are all I've got, to stop, the thoughts, so I don't blot it out

I jot it down, to cop, the plot, to tie the knot, to the reapers plot

Of land, the sand, poured down the time glass, as time passed

I glide past, I rhymed fast, to forget, regret, from designed past

Bring me from the grave, to save, my soul, from damnation

Celebrating, elevating, from the macabre madness of self reflecting

While I weave these words, in perfect pretences, I'm stacking fences

Scribing synonyms to synergise with styled sentences

Four walls spark a panic, I've had it, hand it, to poets

Who brandish heavy souls but manage steady flows to bring bravado of bandits

Mad it, paralyses me, static, it's catalysing these depressive deteriorations

I'm dilated, denying and dying

Deluding delayed deliberate dematerialisations

I'm delegating, delightful deciding that its probably better

If I stay down here alone in the basement

People fear what they don't understand

But how can you love what you don't understand

Because from where I stand, I do not understand, my own mental situation

And the way I've laid my plans, constantly questioning every single thought

Thinking on the theory that everything is illusion

That you don't exist but the idea of me is proven

And in understanding this I'm inadvertently choosing

To accept the pointlessness of progress people and the planet

Even preaching the pointlessness of the point

But despite all this evidence I am deciding to digress back to delusion

That I have a destiny and purpose because the dreams keep me moving

Compassion and belief and brain incongruent

Because logic is the language in which my brain's always fluent

I've been abandoned, more times than demanded, I can't imagine, companions

The fact I can trust it is truly outstanding, my optimism expanded

On my feet I have landed, despite every friend group of mine

I've ever had has disbanded, and I'm not bitter no I'm just being candid

It's rather outlandish, constantly banished

From human comfort so long I've come to believe that lack of affection's n advantage

Calloused and damaged, I'm hungry I'm famished

No teachings, or preachings, with philosophical meanings

That grant a grand purpose to all this shit I've been feeling

So is it any surprise, I see angels rise, up from my idols's eyes

Through meaning in music, while not always lucid, it is therapeutic

When life leaves you clueless, the thespians theatre, and actors who use it

To become more than just human, these are my muses

In a cerebral fusion, with the phantoms inside of my head

Solitary