(Intro - distorted synth pad, lo-fi drum loop, a distant, muffled vocal sample)
(Verse 1)
Motivation? Gone. Peace? Nah, nowhere found.
Homebound, lazy, but outside's pullin' me down.
Conscience? Voice in my head? My own damn fall.
Took ages to clock that, standin' against the wall.
Wings? I know they're there, could fly if I tried.
But days just bleedin' out, watched as they died.
Thoughts? Yeah, we all get 'em, intrude and creep.
But mine? Malicious intent, buried way too deep.
(Chorus)
Voices inside? Who gets it? Who knows the score?
Why my own mind? Breakin' me down to the floor?
"Worthless," they spit, "jump in the pit, you ain't shit"
"Deep down you know it," the truth, cold ain't it?
Anyone out there? Hearin' this inner war?
Why I'm ripped apart? Down to my core?
(Verse 2)
"Fuck Louie,Gucci, Prada, Dior," they hiss.
"Rags on the floor, that's where you exist."
"All you're good for," the echo, the endless loop.
"No one to impress," as my spirit starts to droop.
Love? Leaves. Pattern's clear, ain't no mistake.
Friends? Tolerance only, for goodness sake.
Overthinkin' myself, sinkin' in sand.
Baggage too heavy, no helpin' hand.
Whispers behind me, "wack," is what they paint me.
they wanna see me cease to live.
My mind convinced me lately
(Hook)
Thoughts like knives, cuttin' through the night.
Malice in whispers, hidin' from the light.
Who gets this? This inner, twisted monolouge?
Why my own head? Such spiteful dialogue?
(Chorus)
Voices inside? Who gets it? Who knows the score?
Why my own mind? Breakin' me down to the floor?
"Worthless," they spit, "jump in the pit, you ain't shit."
"Deep down you know it," the truth, cold ain't it?
Anyone out there? Hearin' this inner war?
Why I'm ripped apart? Down to my core?
(Bridge - beat fades, just a raw, distorted vocal)
They'd sit through my fire? My bullshit and all?
Nah, just playin' a role, watchin' me fall.
Masks on, pretendin', hidin' the hate.
Leavin' me broken, a shattered plate
(Chorus)
Voices inside? Who gets it? Who knows the score?
Why my own mind? Breakin' me down to the floor?
"Worthless," they spit, "jump in the pit, you ain't shit."
"Deep down you know it," the truth, its cold ain't it?
Anyone out there? Hearin' this inner war?
Why I'm ripped apart? Down to my core?i can't seem to find, my motivation, my peace of mind. I want to sit at home and do nothing all the time but still I feel the yearn to take my ass outside it took me a long time to realize, my conscience, the voice in my head would be my own demise. and though I know that if I try and try, I can sprout My Wings and fly sometimes I can't help but watch as the day passes me by, and though I know we all let our thoughts intrude sometimes. nobody would understand how malicious the intent is of mine
(Outro - vocal sample loops, fades to silence)
"No one gets it... no one gets..."
WORLDPATTERNZ
