Introspective

Strip the skin away
Peel it from your bones
Every single day you wear that shit like clothes
No that's not your face, don't act like you don't know
Reveal yourself, the hidden part of it, you loathe, it
Poses a threat to the reputation you created
Bodies in frozen in death
Goes to show it's you who's craving
Eyes on the outside
Lies out your mouth
I'm trying this out

I'm looking to be introspective
But it's like looking through windows, tinted
Yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing
I'm simply digging
Under my skin
Introspective
Heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning
Drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling
Into my head to unearth what's within

It's kinda difficult to dig in when your shovel made of metaphors
Melt it, make the metal boil
Scrape the shielding off my skin
I'll wear it thin
Just with my finger nails, I swear to God
There will be a clear divide
Maybe my focus should be medicinal
Popping pills and selling more
Shooting shit and getting whores
I frequently forget who the fuck i'm feeling for
I'd be as common as the hookers who get abortions, (nigga)
Orphan in the body of troubled child
Return home to shovel piles of bullshit that say otherwise
Doors rattling on they're hinges became lullabies
Turned locks the only thing that keep my fucking brain inside, my head
Instead of spread thin
Across the walls
Next to my bed frame
Bled, drained refreshing thoughts to let the red rain pour
Trying to break apart the stone inside my rib-cage
Pour out my heart, ripped apart all the head games
Honestly?
I'm a little brittle like old bones in the catacombs
Wanna see?
Grab a chisel, whittle away at my base, collapse like dominoes
Gotta be
The most defensive, tend to hate correcting
Almost body bagged em all
Odyssey?
Epic events, ain't too extensive
Apologies, thought it'd be
Hard to see all of my fronting is fallacy
Honesty's costly, it cannot be bought for free
Sometimes what's in my mind tilts to controversy
I have the tendency to proceed cautiously
You should fear what the fuck i'm about to be-
-come
Everybody's been through shit and yeah, I've seen some
Wide open like the mouths of some bodies lean-slumped
Matter of fact, rattle facts off like machine gun

I'm looking to be introspective
But it's like looking through windows, tinted
Yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing
I'm simply digging
Under my skin
Introspective
Heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning
Drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling
Into my head to unearth what's within