Truly was the mind that pursues
One line of track
Robot emotions are whack
Being singular is a remedy
Confused with prosperity
Technology or earth
Was the only way to go
Human emotion
Sweeps over and takes hold
Funneling out a point
Lock down to choke
Or a bottle
Closed in your soul
Ready to explode
With the same violence
That the universe was born
Hardcore chill thrilled and bored
That's the status of our being
Eternally revolved
Destiny fate control or brainwashed
The meaning of life completely lost
I'm hardly ever hardcore, man
I'm usually chill
I'm too alive to be bored
I like to keep myself thrilled
Yet I'm often confused
And sometimes depressed
Partially jaded
Which always leads to stress
I try to let go
And get it in more than most
But my head is too full
And my face is too low
Say the future is bright
But take a walk down the street
It's the end of the world
Self-destruction complete