Castles Made of Sand

[Verse 1]
I was baptized by the heavens, I was walking in the rain
On a cloudy night in Brighton, I was deep inside my brain
My tracksuits felt so heavy with my pockets full of pain
I wish this was a one-off but the story is the same
As the day that came before this, the day that came before
Command C - command V; copy and paste the day, the skies are grey
My Nikes tread through puddles, the rain it dances by my face
This it lands, it detonates, a perfect hit coordinated
Execute it - brah, carry troubles on my back
My legs, they get so tired 'cause my troubles, they are stacked
Like they're Jenga and then when the feelings hit like influenza
I just quarantine the struggle 'cause it's not on my agenda
Push it down, don't wanna deal with it, don't wanna feel that shit
Still I drown, man on a sinking ship, man with a big, gold chip up on my shoulder
Man, I'm feeling so much older
Why this world look so much colder?
Why am I carrying this boulder? Why've I carried it for miles?
And fucking miles, and fucking miles, am I on trial? Tell me, Lord, am I on trial?
Because it feels like it's a sick joke, I've been sick for half my life
I'm sick, sick, sick, you're feeling sick, quick, pop the blister, stop the fight, like

[Verse 2]
I was scolded by the heavens, I was walking in the rain
On a cloudy night in Brighton, all I seem to feel is pain
I zip right up my jacket, so my soul, it don't escape
It wants to break right out my body, but I don't hold it to blame
I lay awake on aching nights, I contemplate and hate my life
Just staring at an empty ceiling 'cause it reflects what's inside
I can't cry, I can't cry no more, depleted my store
Asking why, why am I in this war? Why do you hate me, Lord? Why do you-, why do you-?, why do you-?

[Verse 3]
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I feel broken, smoking till I'm ill
Let the pot rot my brain, watch it kill me soft like Lauryn Hill
Fuji, life's a movie, I'm Clooney driving a stolen Suzuki
Right off the edge of a metaphorical hill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill your brain cells, kill your altar, kill your good health, kill the coroner
I am a foreigner, inside my body a warrior
A worrying warrior inside the corridor, inside my mind holocaust
No support for these scary thoughts
I struggle and trouble, I'm struggling double, I'm doubly trouble 'bout all of the struggles
The ruin, the rubble, the hustle, the bustle, it buckles my muscles, I fuck on my knuckles
I'm popping the bubble, [?] it's a puddle, I'm subtly muddled, I'm mixed up, I'm puzzled
I'm perplexed, I'm perfect, I'm perfectly complex, my purpose and perspective [?] is defective, I
I'm so goddamn bored, lonely metaphors that I write
They don't vindicate all the pain that's poured on my life
I disintegrate, castles made of sand, they are white
From the surface of this Earth
And their impermanence is enlightenment

[Outro]
At least, that's what I think it is
I don't know