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