I don't know if people understand why I am the way I am
Yes I might come off as suicidal
Maybe a little obsessed of the idea of my own death
But it's the feeling that I wake up with every single day
I feel like I wake up in the wrong skin
As if I incarnated in the wrong entity at the wrong time
Every second I feel a pull
To go back to the stars
Constantly feeling like I don't belong here
That my meaning is up there
As if something went wrong
I find that my sorrow is related to the feeling
That I hate how this world is operating
People don't have free will of their own thoughts
Because they are so submerged
In religion, money, heartbreak, war and hate
People's life has just become a battery
To this never-ending capitalist world
At birth, you are ticketed a number to use for your taxes
You then are forced to go to school and learn how to work
Now you can go to college and pay more to work to pay that off
Now you work till you are old as bones
Now you die and pay for those arrangements
How am I supposed to be okay with this, it's fucked up
And yet everyone is just okay with it
We don't do this silly shit where I'm from
I sit back and watch how much people take it so seriously
I can entertain myself with other meat bodies
But every single fucking second
I just wanna go home
And as you look at the unknowns before you
I hope you know this is true
There are rhythms beyond what is seen, in small places
Where light gets through
Even in those moments where hope seems to take forever to
Find you