Daunting there's no hope
To fight against the void of your temporal lobe
Not a single bad thing left unsaid
Hollow validations of egregious actions instead
All the negative superlatives have been exhausted
Yet they all
Still apply to you
What the fuck is the matter with you? It's not me
You say that I'm out of control
But tell me whose control am I out of?
Even at your worst you won't be getting
You will not
Get the best of me
No way
Wavelengths of energy
Resurrect what's taken hostage by lethargy
I'm breaking down the cage with rage it obliterates
All that's mundane, vague, negative and repetitive
A daunting task to fight against
The void
You're incapable to see
You're the source of your own misery
You say that I'm out of control
But tell me whose control am I out of?
Even at your worst you won't be getting
You will not
Get the best of me
Sticks and stones
May break your bones
But words are what can really tear you apart
Yet insults are effective only if and where emotion is present
Another futile attempt to eradicate
To obviate the need to proceed
The failure to dissect the cause
Leaves us open for the next installment
Renewed in mutual ineptitude
To ride, shoot straight and scream the truth
Time to scream your insides out
To ride, shoot straight, master the art of dispute
Scream from your heart motherfucker
Scream
You say that i am out of control
But tell me whose control am I out of?
Even at your worst you won't be getting
You will not
Get the best of me
The art of dispute
You won't get the best of me
The art of dispute
You won't get the best of me