Verse 1


I feel like my brains trapped as the rain smacks the outside of my window
My heart makes tracks, my veins' claps- my instrumentals
I'm writing over silent tempos as the violent wind blows
My sigh crescendos-why do we dive for minnows'
Wallowing in the shallow end, following hollow trends
Full throttle for bravos, bottles, models and lotto wins
My goggle's lens sees humanity facing calamity
Chasing vanity laced with profanity-straight insanity
I state this candidly- to heal's the goal in my suggestion
Saying Christ is the answer, but you still don't know the question
R