Make Cults Not Cliques

[VERSE 1 - CLOUD MAC]
Other day, on my way to therapy
Papa said I'm lazy
I don't think I'm crazy
But there’s always maybe

Told him I would kill myself
I don't wanna' kill myself
Keep me from the bookshelf
Lately I ain't feel myself

Made this in a hotel
Me you think you know well
Hundred dollar total
Music win the Nobel

Draw me on the white board
Everything alright boy
Never talk to broke boys
I think I'm a broke toy

Dressed up in Versace
Left the house since last week
If you see me pass me
I'm crying in the taxi

I'm always feeling lonely
I want someone to hold me
They say that I'm unholy
I wish that you could know me

I'm running through the fire
I was I was desired
I feel much more expired
I'm really getting tired of -

Feeling like I'm tied up
Screaming's always silent
The demon's always giant
I don't think that I'll win this time

I can't see the finish line
Shortcut could be suicide
I don't wanna' lose my mind
I don't wanna' lose my light

Lose all thoughts of logic
I'm falling from the cockpit
I think I've gone and lost it
I'm making cults not dumb cliques

[OUTRO - LIL POLEARM]
It might come today (Oh)
It might come today

It's the end of days (Oh)
It's the end of days

It might come today (Oh)
It's the end of days

It might come to end (Oh)
It might come to end