The absence of consciousness, welcomes the presence of formulated manipulation. I won't feel a thing if you don't.

You jumped from a plane that you thought would explode and you slowly drift your way down. with the dead weight gone, the plane flies on. the madness in flight, the safety of the ground

I'm increasingly aware I've been painting things in gray,
I'm increasingly alarmed by the pain,
I'm increasingly alive to every cloud up in the sky,
I'm increasingly afraid it's going to rain.

Maybe I was wrong from the start. I might be proud, but at least I'm proud of something. You've taken pride in becoming nothing.

Do you think if the heart keeps on shrinking, one day there will be no heart at all? And how long does it take? Am I better off just bursting or breaking? Because I don't see my heart getting strong.

I guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright. Lately I feel like I might be, not that I've heard any voices or anything... Just like that every day kind, where you forget things you shouldn't, and you think too much about death

And when I'm hanging on by the rings around my eyes, and I convince myself I need another, and for a minute it gets easier to pretend that you were just some lover.

The world: we've got some really serious problems like global warming, mass economic failure, genocide, aids, cancer and your healthcare system is shit so we should get to work
us government: sit down i have to stop people from sharing things online

Why can't rappers just say nice things? Like, "I wanna take your clothes off
and hang them up in the closet real nice.

You were so beautiful, until your 30 day trial of Photoshop ended.