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letra de bereaved - yck

barrel pointed at my tonsils blow out the back of my cranium
shifting into a fossil didn’t get a chance playing stadiums
it’s called the american dream cause you gotta be asleep if you wanna believe it
they do not contact me i’m unreachable like i’m antisocial and i’m anemic
hoping that i get it but i’m reticent
shuttered in seldom do i exit the tenement
my domicile ain’t often i’ll
be thankful clutching i’ve got it mild
that is what i’m told but it’s awful wrong
when this ain’t a thing to be toppled off
whole life spent in a crumbling building
much negligence and then comes the wilting
only as strong as i believe
cause in absence of you i am bereaved
yearning for more but accept the means
i’m forgotten about it’s just the self esteem
i chose to face it got no motivation
seems that i’m victim to my own abatement
tangled and rescinding
how shameful convincing

i am unique cause they act i’m the only one with these disorders
hammer cl!cking it forward how they’re treating me well it’s like i’m cornered
identification no diagnosis i found the drive but then i lost the focus
here i’m working on my magnum opus waiting for the credit but n0body noticed
the axe’ll forget but the tree remembers
i’ve been defaced with these roots dismembered
taking the poison attachment avoidant
and i’m out of touch i’m inert and disjointed
couldn’t define and explain the events
that had transpired then but i’m still on the fence
like i’m boutta rot and like i’ll waste another summer
like i’m getting lower cannot tell if i ever recovered

only as strong as i believe
cause in absence of you i am bereaved
yearning for more but accept the means
i’m forgotten about it’s just the self esteem
i chose to face it got no motivation
seems that i’m victim to my own abatement
tangled and rescinding
how shameful convincing
you can hold that cushy job
second thoughts like should we not
i’ve got bright ideas
and the drink’s my panacea
ailments i’m bypassing
i will hit the boiling point
don’t remember asking
they assume i’m here to disappoint
it’s too late ain’t satiated
narratives that they created
superego where’s the conscience
no reacting no respondence
pr-ne to this device
the sequence will be spliced
write my dna to abrogate
just what i can’t evade

- yck

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