Stationary

(Verse 1)
I'm a pessimistic lyricist, but mystic like the pyramids
I spit about my pilgrimage, while no one is appearing in it
For now, I'm held back with my hands tied
Unable to react while I'm trapped in this landslide
How the hell can I, get myself to rise
As I'm a disappointment in a couple pairs of eyes
Twiddling my thumbs while I'm waiting for a paradise
Searching for extraordinary, but happy with a paradigm
While I argue with myself who is right or wrong
I make a mountain out of mole hills, and I pile it on
Where's the Tylenol? I need some time to stall
I'm sinning and I'm twisting every single of the bible's laws
I'm fearing my actions gonna burn and crash
I always take a diamond and I paint the surface black
Finding comfort in my introverted way of life
But eventually, I'm picturing I'll pay the price

(Verse 2)
If I'm unhappy with what has already been decided
Why is there sincerity in not what I confide in?
Looking for answers in what little I've been provided
I'm stepping back a bit, I'm initiating auto pilot
Cause I'm fucking done with dealing with the stress of life
I'm searching for an angel in the mist on a hellish night
The twisted imagery's defecting my abilities
While I'm soul searching for responsibility
Looking back to the past, glasses rose tinted
I can't believe I fell in love with those bitches
How can anybody, simply deal with it?
Narcissistic bitch, fuck, I guess I'm still dealing with it
But what's done is done, the past is far away
And we'll be together, the day a martyr prays
I'm living a life that's a little hard to praise
But what else could I do now a days?