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First one was difficult, rung my head around my soul.

second one came with anticipation about what could unfold.

Thrid time felt pretty normalized.

a tad demoralized, might just do what it takes to survive

Who knew itd turn into a rabbit hole?

Who knew i would weild anger i couldnt control?

One night shows a glimer of fate,

One year shows the degrade.

One fight, and im alright,

one bite and my blood goes tight.

One try and im back on stage, ready to play another silly game.

Cant be the same, not after what i caused to change.

My act has been rearranged.

Got into a bucket of psycosis, i needed to know how to own it. but before i hit the button. all of a sudden im back to ground zero.

the mirror doesnt show who i am, just the mask i have delicately planned.

Show no bite, Show no marks, most i have is i dont give a fuck.