Bayley - Masquerade Lyrics

Playing with thoughts, no controller
Praying for more, ayotollah
Betting the floor, no high roller
Sitting in shade, need some solar
Grinding all day, on the molar
To find Destiny, I don't know her
In the cold, only polar
Searching for more, in the folder
Broken record but I'm cracking the vinyl
No idea's actually final
I'm a mini me, shouts to Lionel
Shit's automatic, no rifle
I'm my only rival cannot be stifled
Windows open no airs flowing in
Beside the blessings I've chosen sin
Between the tones I'm opening
Old doors closed sold floors clothed
Clean up nicely mess under robes
I see lights between the strobes
Cinematic addict only globes
Colours mix well nothing close
Everything brown under my nose
Since the fire everything froze
Garden ruined only stem grows
That's my state of mind
Always stating fine
Always wait in line
But I'm impatient f*ck a doctor
Brittle but they say I'm softer
But I'm impatient f*ck a doctor
Brittle but they say I'm softer, yeah
Wish I could fast forward
10 years as awkward
So I can break out this masquerade
Find myself drowning through tanqueray
Some designer to mask the pain
Wish I could fast forward
10 years as awkward
So I can break out this masquerade
Find myself drowning through tanqueray
Some designer to mask the pain
This my average freestyle
I'm so average "please smile"
Too much on to de-tile
Or detail
Shit been rougher than the braille
But I bet that you feel it, it's been stale
It's been stale, look
I wake up into abstract and absence
Of faith and hope but I have sense
Still not speaking in past tense
A piece of me is missing no operation
My neural cooperation
Inactive through observation and forsight
My signature's forged right
History forced tight.
I keep my tunnel private
Learnt to surpress and hide it
It's only my car to crash if I'm the one who drives it
And I'm the only one remotely effected by it
Life's a bitch I wanna die
With millions on the fly
The humour always dry
Punchlines kick try
Money better buy happiness or I'll cry
Because this life, I'm not hacking this
Spin a dice
F*ck a thrice
That's a hatric
Forgot to track it
Shit seem to be missing
The shape be whistling
Wish I could fast forward
10 years as awkward
So I can break out this masquerade
Find myself drowning through tanqueray
Some designer to mask the pain
Wish I could fast forward
10 years as awkward
So I can break out this masquerade
Find myself drowning through tanqueray
Some designer to mask the pain