Self

Self

Verse 1

I just want my own car, my own clothes, my own bed
, my own rest, my own debt
, my own head, my own stress

I just want my own chase
, my own space, with no trace, my own cake and eat it in my own cage

My own time, my own line, 
my own pen, my own paper
 outside, my own trust, 
my own lie

I just want my own thoughts
, my opinion, bad decisions
, my flaws, 
I don’t want yours

My own complex
, my own context, 
convex mind caved in, confess with no strings left

My own emotion, over flowing, closed or open. Tongue like a trigger, holding back loaded plosives

My own name, my own brain
, my own pain, 
my own DNA

I just want my own self
 but self is an illusion. 
I am just everyone around me in a fucking fusion

Verse 2

Everyone is so flawed
Even your idols, behind closed doors

Be cautious in the footprints you follow
Pick and choose the lessons and the bullshit you borrow

Take the good from a given individual
, be careful of residual left overs, and pitiful

Pettiness that comes from people and their 
Selfish remedies which result in evil

Possessing them like an entity
, feeding on your soul trying to fuck up your empathy

Transforms you into an enemy
Lusting over envy, pride, boiling endlessly

Watch your mind shrink, your heart break, your pride fake
, the rest will fade away, your expiration date is coming

If you can’t locate the self
Watch out because you will become somebody else

Verse 3

I’ve always been a bright bubble
, standing behind a body, 
seeing before eyeballs, 
my ego's a fucking copy

I can’t help it when this 
ID is out to stop me
Super ego sitting on my the head 
tries to shock me

All these hands are destined to do is 
dig dirt
Scribble a shit verse 'til my 
wrist hurts

Coz we’re all speckles and dust
, freckles and fucks
Constellations and crumbs
, echoes from cunts

Deep depression, we don't have a reason
Crossing off the calendar, it’s suicide season

70% of time sleeping
Nightmares about waking up in the night screaming

My thinking and my instinct are too different
My impulses, and ideology don’t mix in

What prince with one brain can think twice
On a white sphere in space, spikes and thin ice