Overture

The very roots of our development
Such a complex spectrum that we’ve been delving in
Every root, still unsure of once we get to them if
We should acknowledge them in remembrance
This is the curse of the adolescence
Still flirt with our evanescence
Just let it bleed
We all have until we’re 17
Since the beginning of my adolescence, I’ve always asked this question:
How can I attract a blessing? And just through that came many lessons
And now I lessen, I feel dejected, discontent and disconnected
No disrespect but I’m not repenting, or even praying
What am I saying? I’ve been constantly contemplating
Kamikaze to stop the lateness, if God could stop me then why’s he waiting?
Probably plotting with lots of patience since I’ve been sinning with Satan
Adjacent to all my hatred awakened cause I’m complacent
To every bit of fakeness that’s been vacant inside my cycle
With goals still taller than the Eiffel
Don’t you pass me a rifle, I promise I’ll see an eye full
Of blood, anything to get closer to a numb
Anything to get closer to my love, but none of these habits will bring me up
above
So I digress, with all due disrespect, I feel like an orphan at best
Couldn’t run to either shoulder, my troubles they’ll never get
Especially if they caused them, disguised attacks with their love but that
ain’t honest
No aftermath I combust inside their lava, face-first and I’m falling
No way I could dodge them, wait I’m feeling nauseous
Every single flame made its way to my brain
Can’t tell if it’s inner passion or a monster
But I’m sure I’ll find a way to defeat it, still trying yeah you better believe
it
Had to peak in the mirror and realise that every demon that I’ve been seeing’s
Just a product of me and let’s just agree I had to humanize the tensai
And balance out all the truth and lies, it’s do or die
Surprised that I’m still even alive, like what is suicide?
Who am I?
It’s all a blur to me (6x)
So enter the void
Where every piece of me is kept and destroyed