Already answered fucked

The  noise, of  silence 
a constant, nothing 
The damage it does,
It doesn't
When 
You appreciate
 not  of 
Your environment, 
your family, 
your life 
Society is  against the question
  That's consistently asked 
questions 
And everybody is notified
 of my presents for 
their  awareness.
And
I learned the quiet and I'm someone  to you
Nah
outside the where the daily friction consistently
Conspires the mind .

It wasn't a choice made
more like the  premeditated investment 
of a genuine  individual  never it will be for us to have any future relationships for us to have any understanding or misunderstanding this now direction of the world seems unchanging

Our  lives,
a  from 
a taunt until they snap.
I watched it all unfold,
day bleeding into night,dismissed not 
Even wanted to be seen realt don't matter 
Can't represent the name of any 
This night dissolving into another day,that
the same loops playing out.
Samething next day 

And somewhere in that endless replay,
the part of me down where feelings used to

Feel ,I guess  ( I'm a feel nothing of you)

I do not claim superiority, never tried it was in the just,now I try to keep myself 
only in the distance of for the sake of your smuttining
 negativity,
On me
presses down on everything.
It is brutal, this constant pressure of human destructive stress,
a storm that never truly breaks,
just shifts its ugly shape.

I only tried to be a simple, breathing thing,
a mechanism designed for kindness,
for the gentle exchange of light.
My intentions were clean,
unburdened by the need for return,
never a calculated step toward causing hurt
it was born of simple human blindness,
the inability to see  perhaps,if you can use something agianst me when i dont know ablut it
It was simply the limit of what any person can truly hold or control in this crowded, rushing current.

The wrong done to me,
if there was any measure of it,
was filtered through fog.
Either I didn't see the genuenality of you
or the confidential charecturistics not exposed and held it simply obeying the architecture of whats being human—flawed,personaly i except you as ypu,though how your being taught,it misleading from an jndividal tht needs to grow up theirselves notice they have videos that they wont show the individual ther targeting,nor confront  hurried, often unaware.

So now, I observe the tide.
It rushes in, it rushes out.
The energy expended on flow, n more for
the passion ,now invested in unnessesary spent  battles I don't fight,
it barely registers on my internal gauge of responses ,as ir always has been,im talerent of these  imiture charecters, nothi nnew to sum that teach,but the disrespect of unapreciative individual knackin like they never heard of charisma, 

Nothing about this great, experiment—yalls selfihnness
this human life itself—was a beutiful feelin. ,now
seems worthless to have any sorrow anymore.
It is just me to wither now.
who needs a  content environment.

Intro with music eased in with a content voice into trap kickdrum 808 beats with soul basslinekick high hat after snares