concern Lyrics

For whom it may concern

Who's listening to the tape

That you found atop my dresser

After a couple days

The silence kicking in

The eerie calm and stillness

I did my best I hope you know

Never wanted to feel this

Way but things

Aren't fine, okay

Rocked boat

Hard winds

People make mistakes

Walking on a land mine

Hoping that nothing happens

Taking a life for jail time

Losing my own reactions

Finding a way to link up

Like the bands that make my chain

If I'm the weakest link

Then I'm the one whose bound to break

Training my mental fortitude

Cause I don't have the strength

If I were gone tomorrow

How quick am I replaced?

I ask this to the ceiling

Cause it never responds

If I brought it up to you

It's way harder to keep it calm

Bursts forth like a waterline

Struck by construction crews

Working on the foundation

To all the shit I've been telling you

But I don't like the water works

I think the shit's embarrassing

If I'm to be a general

I need to lead the garrison

If I'm to look with watered eyes

I can't show we're prepared to win

Move like we're barbarians

Nordic men, Leif Erickson

Long winded way just to say I'm confused

Since I made"Walking In Place" I've been burning my shoes

The heavy footed steps of someone way overdue

Of taking time to analyze what I'm gonna do

I may have took a smoke break, now I think I'm addicted

Dabbing in different poisons, lacing my own prescriptions

Never taking a hand out, never wanting to give in

Always told I would fail but that's part of the gimmick

Everything is randomized I take what I am given

The mercy of the gods is what's keeping my spirits lifted

I was saved once and if the present is a gift then

Once I re-emerge I'll be living hella different

But at this current moment I have no clue where to go

I grip Pandora's Box tryna drag that shred of hope

Out from all the bullshit, out from under the drama

Out from all the trauma and pills I just tried to swallow

I thought I won that battle, but there's been a revolution

Governmental outcry, judicial execution

Bodies laid in a chalk line

Foggy mental pollution

It follows me everywhere

And I can't find a substitution

For those of you concerned

I've been fighting this for a decade

Don't even start to trip

Told my folks I'm never bitch made

Gotta find a wave to make my own brand, hand made

Otherwise I'll drop bombs, kamikaze strike planes