Fingalick - Ballad of a Newman Lyrics

Dear me, I sincerely promise
Tomorrow I stop being Tomas, and I'm not paying homage
I'm ending my life as a conformist, I start doing more, I promise
I'm spending more time with my Momma, writing letters to my aunties, walking more in the forest
I cannot ignore it, I have become rotten
My mind was a temple of gods, but now it's forgotten
I'm looking at people like never before, we have become hostile
Fresh new aromas are blocked by the sand in my nostrils
I though I had lost it, but to lose is to forfeit
Choosing a vertical cause is to rise out of moshpit
It's getting more lit, what are my options, to foresee or forget?
Going all in, willing to foster a new kind of bridge
Everyone getting hit by my posture, if I fail turn me into lobster
Future is grim so we're keeping posted, looking out for impostors
3D models sleeping under the dome, while I'm still waiting for Godot
Making a note - starting today I will reap what I sow
New face, same place, still standing Old band fusing into new man
It's getting hard keeping promises, everyday new prospects
Keep following different directions, now I've lost all the options
Got my coffin under my bed, we conversate in my head
Sleepwaking got me trippin trippin trippin, now I'm talking to myself
I played myself once again, there's no running away or ascending
I keep spending, keep getting to a dead end, still keep offending
Really thought I could be cleansed, but freedom is feeding my ego
Now it's time to amend for my inherited evil