Phlegm In The Windpipe
    (专辑: Generation Nightmare - 2019)
    
    Painting circles I'm a 
target  Who doesn't relate to half-hearted  Who doesn't pretend to like garbage  Who doesn't give a 
fuck what you started  Honestly most of its retarded  I'm not an entity whatever's left of me  More of an artist than anything you'll ever be  I 
don't pretend to be the 
hardest  I 
pretend to normal in a 
system that breaks people down according to likes and dislikes  An algorithm embedded so deep it's just like phlegm in the 
windpipe  You can't cough it out, what the 
fuck are you talking about  And the 
system of rhyme I 
designed is embarrassed to bring this awareness about   Your world is trying to bring me down  Manage to stress me out  Don't understand what I'm all about  I 
don't know why  I 
feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame  I 
feel it somewhat so musical all of the 
madness that screams in my head every night when I 
pray  I 
don't know why I 
feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame   Since I 
won't sell my soul I 
can see their eyes roll  Just beating me down with their judgmental sighs, oh  What a 
wicked web I 
weave  Through trials and where tribulations lead  I 
vow to be one of the 
greatest to ever grab a 
mic and fight for we are the 
night  Scream it in their face the 
human race is wasted  No one gives a 
shit want to erase it all and quit  Let's just break it all to bits, busted nose, bloody lip  Run the 
circle, start a 
pit, take your pick, yeah   Your world is trying to bring me down  Manage to stress me out  Don't understand what I'm all about  I 
don't know why  I 
feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame  I 
feel it somewhat so musical all of the 
madness that screams in my head every night when I 
pray  I 
don't know why I 
feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame   I 
don't know why  I 
put my middle finger up in the 
sky, up in the 
sky  They want to die  But I 
won't let them see their ghosts as they fly  Ghosts as they fly  I 
don't know why, why, why  Up in the 
sky  They want to die, die, die  Ghosts as they fly   Your world is trying to bring me down  Manage to stress me out  Don't understand what I'm all about  I 
don't know why  I 
feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame  I 
feel it somewhat so musical all of the 
madness that screams in my head every night when I 
pray  I 
don't know why I 
feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame