Falling

I'm falling down down down Unto the crowd My head hurts from this crown Discipline suddenly doesn't exist Arm out the window I'm chopping my wrist Dead on arrival don't need no assist I am not human I can't coexist Spoken omens hoping they don't come true Holding close the wound that's bleeds nothing Brain mopped from hot cement, cook myself an omelet Scream it quiet sing it out, this is not the opera Batman's parents get shot up, nine tail foxes get fed up Taught myself with fantasy, live my life's reality Now everything is so boring, listen I'm not listening I talk to gods inside my sleep, I ask for solace timе and peace I'm running from my enеmies, reflecting woes back on to me My inner visions ends it mission when it starts secreting out of me