Existence is fundamentally flawed
The unsustainability of purity gives credence
To the captivity of circumstance
Maybe, maybe, maybe for the ceiling for the fate
80 80 80 what a pitiful display
Save me, save me, save me
I got voices in my head
I don't know which one to trust
That's why I just say give up
Maybe, maybe, maybe for the ceiling for the fate
80 80 80 what a pitiful display
Save me, save me, save me
I got voices in my head
I don't know which one to trust
That's why I just say give up
In an instant fade facade
If I'm being real, I don't really give a f*ck
Play pretend and do my job
Earn a wage and blow it all
I'm akin to impulse
I give roses to resentment
Hold it against you like a weapon
It gives power to my infant
Crave control for at least an instant
Push me over, change position
Have me how you want
Just complete your mission
I lack purpose no ambition
No mistakes don't need revision
I don't learn from past decisions
I'm too weak, evade efficient