Sleepy Spectre - Repentance Lyrics

I can't tell the difference between technique or just speech
I can't upkeep and I don't f*cking sleep
I don't feel weak to be a goddamn freak
And I keep saying that I'll win in the end
With the fire that I spit, I know it's a dead end
Try to stand for what no one demands
I got so many plans and it's just quicksand
And it's just too bland
And it's tryna withstand
And it's all caught jammed
And it's a mistake
It's all my fault, it's pretend
What I make is pretentious
It's all fake, all the tenseness
Defenseless, horrendous
Let's just condemn this
That's the consensus
Monotony's relentless
A minute's just a minute unless I take advantage
I guess that's kind of just all that this rant is
But I gotta face it
'Cause it won't erase
It goes on for days
It gets in the way, it
It's just bullshit
It's all bullshit
"I," said the bull, "Because I can pull"
But I can't pull myself out of my own mind, it's full
Overthink the most basic human functions
Everyone else has but doesn't have to hub them
I sail among them
I should take a break from the hibernative state
But I haven't yet created a single thing that's not jaded
Something has blockaded, and I cannot persuade it
I say I'm innovative, but what's latest is degrading
Of my soul and my passion for the shock reaction
Of what's not musical in a musical action
Michael Jackson had it in his grasp and
I'm nowhere near there, it's far in the past when
We thought that the future would be chrome
But it's rusted in home, and I'll just order my usual
'Cause that that's familiar is what we call beautiful
Sadness and anger and fear is reusable
Stay on task
Don't flop like cast of
Head of the Class
That's what they broadcast 'cause
Change is to be feared and evolution is a sin
And that's what they be tellin' us on Fox News as we sit
On our asses to be told not to be bold
Don't cry, gotta hold emotions and grow old
But I don't wanna grow mold and let my life fold
Itself on itself 'til the twelfth of year
The month that people use to put off their usefulness
They use it as an excuse and write their resolutions and
Don't ever fulfill 'em after January comes, it goes
And so do the owes
And it just shows we look back at the times we rose
And then use those to make ourselves validated
Yeah, we just exaggerate it
Make it so complicated
To impress those who are stuck and hated
But they're probably the only ones truthful
I'm honestly after that persual of
Golden bliss in the wind of sentience
That f*cking renewal, this is my artistic repentance