I'm feelin' like the end is near Sip of water feel like Everclear Future isn't ever clear, all I see in presence fear Only passion burnin' is the fire in the hemosphere Have you even asked yourself what you willing to do? Or if who you consider the illest is true? Holdin' others to the standards we make for ourselves Cause if we raised 'em, we'd have to live by 'em too False notions of fairness Lost, hopeless and careless My thoughts stroking the canvass blend commas to get up I make ads for the vantage That's the game, brother But if they ever say that I fell off then that's when you know I made it out the traffic somewhere off the grid and I done made my great escape, brother I just want put in as much as I take from it Workin off a vague budget Fuck it The bigger picture more natural They luxe it The truth is in the shadows If it all burned down You ain't gonna care what the turnout was to your latest self-esteem party on the timeline Self-service gettin turned down, hoe Mirror is vast as space Fuck who I appease, proud of who I aggravate If you had a missile and they had us cornered would you aim it at the state or would you make the I'm passive face? I take greed captive when I captivate Natural hunger, bitch my passion ate What I'm sayin is that that's an eight But if you look deep inside, you can have a plate I feel like the end is near No more shit to prove Face time in a move FaceTime interviews Flake, grind, hindered views Worn out honesty Fake dries in the new Wake, lie, hittin' snooze Chest They try, it's a ruse Rest they hate All them let by rhythm blues Left my critical Tryin be righteous though Any color on the page they gon' pile with snow Feel the ice below Dreamin' of a better We settle for whatever What's behind door number zero? Think we boutta pull the lever We boutta pull the lever We boutta pull the lever When you give a mouse hope for the cheddar He think it ain't worth the risk to escape On the day it is as bad as they say, will we even have the eyes to realize the decay? Once again people, we're back And we're coming live from the end of the world as it were Latest on our boy? Sometimes to see is to feel And well, to feel is to hurt Our boy has been fighting But at this current pace, the inside word is that the odds are against him Looks like a tipping point if you ask me Stay tuned, people Stay tuned