It's happening again Staring at the Face, nothing really makes sense It's happening again Skirt by spikes like the 8th Mega Man Trapped in a bubble on my way to the clouds and my friends Ready up! Pew! Storm the skies till dawn Sunlight no match against the horizon They be sayin' I was meant to be vibrant But I feel so grayscale When I look online And I feel grayscale When I think how I was spoiled With a pocket of time Where I could run innocent Sit and laugh at the meaningless With no cognitive dissonance Fresh ear sensitive to the sibilance I don't know if this is sadness or indifference But the daylight sounds like cymbals when it hits When I'm outside I'm like what the fuck is going on When I'm inside most times it's worse But I'm paralyzed by the ways of a tainted earth Sometimes I cry like what the fuck is going on When I hold it in, each crash is worse But I'm paralyzed by the ways of a tainted earth