Hoping for better,
a dream of being free to come undone

My falsettos may contain lies,
and even the brute force at any given time
they say is ill-advised.
Rather have you pretending that you are one of them
when they are pretending to be saving lives by killing time.
We’re talking about mirages and camouflages
just like Bey said back in 98,
for the good, for the bad, for the right, for the wrong all you need is a gateway.
Expectations of telling right from wrong out the door,
my songs simply paranoia play dates,
impromptu nose dives,
now look at me saving lives
I’m saving lives by killing (time).

Decades eyes closed,
foreshadowing of things to come.
Hoping for better,
a dream of being free to come undone.
Hoping for better,
a dream of being free.

I’m speeding up, no breaks,
I’m maxing out the master fader,
distortion my top and bottom layers.
Seppuku at times and then a dragon slayer
slash, insomniac like fucking ball player, see, like a pendulum it’s either fight or flight,
ain’t no holy days, perpetuum mobile.
Guess my instincts were sacrificed along the way.
What if money trees truly the perfect place for shade?

Decades eyes closed,
foreshadowing of things to come.
Hoping for better,
a dream of being free to come undone.
Hoping for better,
a dream of being free.

My falsetto is the fucking truth, yeah
My inconsistencies only weird to you, yeah
Would you mind if I put your ass on mute, yeah?
My shoe about to meet your glutes, yeah?
Bet you miss me since I was the glue, yeah?
Out of the blue I graduated, life saturated, like a drivers seat, I was designated,
destined for greatness, man all these cliché’s but still: but fuck the haterz.
I’m speeding up, no breaks,
I’m maxing out the master fader,
distortion my top and bottom layers.
Seppuku at times and then a dragon slayer
slash, insomniac like fucking ball player, see, like a pendulum it’s either fight or flight,
ain’t no holy days, perpetuum mobile.
Guess my instincts were sacrificed along the way.
What if money trees truly the perfect place for shade?