Outcasted

Verse:
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8]

Those weren’t chains ‘ Those were roses growing in the pavement
Taken as a payment for the way we treated Mother Nature like a gun
Day one has a mag in it We been starting wars since before we had the hang of it
And I am not the one who followed the leviathan down into the depths
At best you’re a martyr at worst you’re a suicide bomber in the suburbs
Eager to kill to keep the cabinet full of all the medicine
Yup ‘ I should’ve known it from the start
You always were the type to make a need out of a want
I’m not a separator by nature what do you need from me?

What’s so wrong with trying to live like a human being
Instead of a cog inside a machine?
Don’t you see? That’s your way to hold out and not mine [and not my]
No not my copy of a lie living underneath the eyelid disguised as the truth
You trust the television but you always taste your soup
Add a little salt ‘ depending on your mood
But they say jump and you don’t even check the parachute

Pre-Chorus:
Apparently I’m losing my mind
If that’s what it takes to see the surprise on your face
The day that the sun finally dies
Then I’mma let that motherfucker fly

Chorus:
Set red run ‘ go supernova sun
Supernova sun ‘ go supernova sun