Shrink

[Verse 1]
Blacking out from white light. All is grey in hindsight
Colours of the zeitgeist –pen and pad defines time
Looms in the loops thinking maybe he might write
‘Instead of righting wrongs; the mic is on the limelight’
Wrapped in rays. Blankest face at the soirée
Eyes lit alone penning everything he can’t say
The reflection granted entry to the furnace
Saw the token bones in a broken home – unfurnished
Overdosed on sober tones… and in earnest
I been working. At least I’m feeling like it anyways
Toys out the pram. Voices echoing; ‘for heaven’s sake.’
Featherweight benevolent weapon setting to detonate
N wreck the place with sarcasm and the tainted wit
He paints on his alias quick. The same as this
Paced it now the jaded kid spits pink pigments
Tongue tied. Now we know why they told him to shrink figments