My Balcony Video (MV)

In the corners of the house slowly vibing alone
Another ink spot sinks, while I lose control
Blindfold all my ethics, just to polish my methods
How far could you grow if your minds the weapon
I can't admit that I'm better alone
And so I'll take one chance off the dice I roll
Less time in my head, is more time to prosper
Counting thoughts I lost, fed away to the the monsters
Don't bother, take a seat, take up everything you need
And I'll be waiting by the seams of this lucid dream
I bleed with the colors of my harsh mortality
Complaining to the moon, standing up on my Balcony
In a shift time switched, now I'm haunting the past
I feel the jealously envelop me to sit and laugh
Fade in, to the moment where it all had begun
Fade out, to the tunnel at the end of the gun
Run, run against the edges in the pages I've presented
As the essence of my methods keep my breathing breathless
I'm done with the skeptics, convolution how I said it
Every minute slowly dimming, stuck inside my head-trips
Run run against the septic overwhelming my perspective
Every second I've accepted as a tool or death wish
I'm done with the limits, as I dream of reality
But the words all fell off the edge of my balcony
In the breaking of the sun another battle is won
Another haggle from my shadow, in the flight above
I'm gone from the questions I described in ink
Between the shots and drinks I had too much to think
I wouldn't dream it, till the effort depleted
All the strength I have burning out my Phoenix
Now the road I've been pavings only taking me longer
In the next rat race man I swear ill be stronger
How somber, if you listen to the words that I write
You're either thinking that I'm crazy or you're thinking I'm right
But I don't get it I'm a writer, not the best I admit it
Cause I write it on the paper when my persons splitting
It's hard so I train them every day on the paper
Till my soul can't shift, and I meet my maker
As I fly up high with my old realities
Life seemed so small from the edge of my balcony
Run, run against the edges in the pages I've presented
As the essence of my methods keep my breathing breathless
I'm done with the skeptics, convolution how I said it
Every minute slowly dimming, stuck inside my head-trips
Run run against the septic overwhelming my perspective
Every second I've accepted as a tool or death wish
I'm done with the limits, as I dream of reality
But the words all fell off the edge of my balcony