atlas dilemma
Ayo
Static filling up my brain
Burnin filaments surround me
Eyes mimicking the flames
Melancholic ain't just frownin
They'll be diggin up my grave
Seven feet above ground
When the blood done escapes
No materials are boundless
Ethereal soundscapes,
I'm merely a man I can't denounce faith
But I can't act like holy grounds could make me smile
Pleasure seekin day to day is cause for breakin down
Cause I'm afraid that by the day I'm dead I ain't made you proud mom
That I ain't made you proud
Fuck
Bleakness hovers over heads
I ought to believe that love is dead
Lumped together like bugs
And rummagin numbered led
Summer came, then it went
"Impermanence" mother said
Its not done till the end
A hundred runnings left
Each year passes
Another one to come again
We live inside time
Too little space to run ahead
Outlast
Outlast
Outlast
Keep on pushin through these compound fractures from mousetraps
No faust acts
Despite what I might've shouted in raps
Lounge back
Lounge back
And by a stroke of dumb luck
I felt my mothers touch
No found slack in the rope
We wasn't playin double dutch
Round the track,
Through the snow and mountain passes
No relaxing,
Moments after bro was laughin
Tears began to flow disastrous
Just my luck
And I can only blame myself really
Most of what I frame to be made seen is self pity
It seems that gratitude wont come near me
Love to envision being stuck hearing my thoughts clearly
They all jeer me
Its too hard to think
I'd rather pour a drink or sort some things
Dancing on porcelain springs
When autumn morphs to spring
Accept losses as cathartic
I was holding on to things
Baseless,
Face emaciated
The fragrance of death is so pungent
That I could almost taste it