So many people i do not want to see So many people don't want them standing next to Me and my mind are crawling down the street Severed my feet i severed Seventy seven sevens in a line Number of nothing something of a lie Lie to myself when i start to feel heat Right through my tooth while i'm literally Grinding my teeth to the map of the beat Flatten and flush when a quantized rush I am the beast of the burden you seek Trash generator I'm not a bad guy Feeling the grind of the infinite repeat Switch it around so the loop's in between What you can see and what everyone thinks When you can feedback everything's neat Is it dark enough Am i dumb enough Where's the darker stuff