I don't Know (acoustic weaponry)

Residual Damage, extra baggage they amassed in the brain's famished, everything taken for granted, backhanded the complements landed, so is ya feeling sad or savage, I juggle my habits, it's a jungle where I have been, in my head where map of madness established, sentence fragments a massive amount where happens, it's candid, is it campus or krampus, losing grasp of the gratis, soft packin like glamis, so you struggle for traction, setting densely packed is a challenge, if you sit and imagine, just what the malice at practice is tasking while your mentally shipping and handling status, not burden with the reactions, of what you should fathom or brandish from disenchantment, the mind scream dag nabit, your mental temple collapsin from multiple message attachments sent as a vessel for bandits of brain attacking every second they have it, state of mind set on protagonist, percentage average Semantics more interactive then passive, searching for paths more depicted as righteous passage, sarcasm wrapped in the tightest of bandage, I minus the mattress, still sleepless after the puddles has splashed in the chemical reaction is rapid panic mixed with calm entrapments I simply lost the passion of harassments of the inorganics and walk passed the pedantic hoping I'd die drift off into traffic

Digital, spiritual, cynical (seriously)

Whatever it is, it's intentional (etc)

Analytical, despicable , Unconventional (my head is full)

They play me like I'm the smooth criminal (huh?)

Under scrutiny (the lunacy)

Over exposed (super imposed)

All up in your mind (deep inside)

I ain't tryna divulge (hell nah!)

Hear no Evil See no Evil

I ain't under control (stop the telepathy)

It's all Voice 2 skull

Is it friend or foe? (I don't know)

Good riddance to ill Instilled to sit and listen (what's that?)

don't confirm their words or visions (noo)

what the hell is they wishin (I don't know)

I heard a murderous murmur fruition (let it go)

Left no witness to encrypted admissions (go with the flo)

With obsessive connections prescriptions (meds)

Foul smell of the wellness restricted (push to the edge)

World records their gilded Guinness (it's on the Regs)

Cruelest of Cognitive Calisthenics (on the scale it's a 10)

All wheel suspensions (no redemption)

To whoever invented, the hellish logistics (terrible invention)

mental health is inflicted

it's hella vindictive

I guess the premise is the hell with Amendments

And poisonous plots of repetition demented

(Not cool)

Often opps left off the grid, to be honest don't have any really, just some voices talk a grip, might have lost my common sense to conquer it, there stalking so often it's hard to miss, once I thought it was someone named Artemis, wish I could cease it zero tolerance, talking in my lower subconsciousness toxic spit,

My mind in a constant Fritz

Chewbacca said he gotta get the next hit, just turned off the next exit, cuz y'all most be off some bomb shit, it's making me nauseous