Bereaved ft. Vasporo

Barrel pointed at my tonsils blow out the back of my cranium

Shifting into a fossil didn't get a chance playing stadiums

It's called the American Dream cause you gotta be asleep if you wanna believe it

They do not contact me I'm unreachable like I'm antisocial and I'm anemic

Hoping that I get it but I'm reticent

Shuttered in seldom do I exit the tenement

My domicile ain't often I'll

Be thankful clutching I've got it mild

That is what I'm told but it's awful wrong

When this ain't a thing to be toppled off

Whole life spent in a crumbling building

Much negligence and then comes the wilting