Sink Into The Floor

You can’t talk to me, if I’m not real
Barely breaking this pressure
Mr. Invisible Man, catch me if you can
Speaking bullets through both ends, not even going in
If you know me and you
Damn, I’m a coloured being
Freezing in every other, perceiving without the seeing
The ideas of a bright child with a first class family name
Can’t attest to the biggest deal, royally is his only claim
Waste of a twisted twist, another view lost in the paint
House standing on poor bridges, we’re selling another saint
Who am I to call myself useful?
Who am I to see the light that shines within?
Is my mind within my mind or is it everywhere I put it in regardless of the nowhere that it is?

Gotta chill
Take a day off
Let your hair down
Pour a glass of whiskey and sink into the floor