What does it matter.
Its all just shattered.
Walking down ladders
Backwards.
The last words
You get to say.
The past hurts the worst
Like how bones decay.
But the best words to hear is it's okay.
From out the darkness
Light hits the face.
And you feel same as dust in space.
The rust erased
Freedom to be awake
When ideas are taking shape.
Time awaits.
So don't be late.
Or lie and wait
The flyest fate
Depends on what you create.
Its up to you to do what you always wanted to.
Don't look back and make an excuse of what you didn't do.
Cause Life is a fuse
And the clock doesn't care.
Accomplish your goals to float into mid air.
Take fear and use it as a power
Repair all the things that you thought that would never happen cash isn't shit if you send your time laughing.
Dream hard and become the master.
I practice my craft
You practice negative pathways
Digging in trash.
Who gets the last laugh.
Projectionist.
Everything you say
Is about you.
I listen to my friends.
And am interested in what they do.
You talk over people.
And crowd the conversation
Nobody is interested.
I think maybe you are in your own prison.
And you will never escape.
What does it matter.
Its all just shattered.
Walking down ladders
Backwards.
The last words
You get to say.
The past hurts the worst
Like how bones decay.
But the best words to hear is it's okay.
From out the darkness
Light hits the face.
And you feel same as dust in space.
The rust erased
Freedom to be awake
When ideas are taking shape.
Time awaits.
So don't be late.
Or lie and wait
The flyest fate
Depends on what you create.
Its up to you to do what you always wanted to.
Don't look back and make an excuse of what you didn't do.
Cause Life is a fuse
And the clock doesn't care.
Accomplish your goals to float into mid air.
Take fear and use it as a power
Repair all the things that you thought that would never happen cash isn't shit if you send your time laughing.
Dream hard and become the master.
I practice my craft
You practice negative pathways
Digging in trash.
Who gets the last laugh.
Projectionist.
Everything you say
Is about you.
I listen to my friends.
And am interested in what they do.
You talk over people.
And crowd the conversation
Nobody is interested.
I think maybe you are in your own prison.
And you will never escape.
What does it matter.
Its all just shattered.
Walking down ladders
Backwards.
The last words
You get to say.
The past hurts the worst
Like how bones decay.
But the best words to hear is it's okay.
From out the darkness
Light hits the face.
And you feel same as dust in space.
The rust erased
Freedom to be awake
When ideas are taking shape.
Time awaits.
So don't be late.
Or lie and wait
The flyest fate
Depends on what you create.
Its up to you to do what you always wanted to.
Don't look back and make an excuse of what you didn't do.
Cause Life is a fuse
And the clock doesn't care.