Sunday Lyrics

Woke up this morning

Slow steady out of bed

Every move is deliberate

Light filtering through my room

Small reminders of personal history litter my shelves

Consciousness is a prison

Today is a break

I've been waiting all week

Close to that sweet release

Breathe in

Feels good yeah

Today we re-examine past failures

How the stats weigh up

Cry now laugh later

Small reset on my social battery

Life's been taxing me

Actually I shouldn't even be here

Grateful for the small moments

Dread when it's all over

Time is cyclical

It is what it is

Went from two kings in an age of innocence

To one that hardly resembles it

I don't exist

Every piece helps me delve deeper into what was

Not what is

Is this wrong

I'm not sure if I found the answer

Or if it works

But it works

I am

Spending like I'm in need of a weapon

Relieving the pressure

Will of the Tekken

Every second is precious

Every day is a test

Upstairs is a mess

Blessings to Toriyama

Rest in peace to my grandma

Hands scarred

Praise god

In my bedroom

My eyes reside in black pools

Following cash rules

Outlived Pac and Big

Shocked how I live to slid

Coast through my twenties on dark waves

What does that mean for me

When peace is only reached in quiet moments

Protecting the city is the highest order

The boulder roller is the sole controller

With the coldest shoulders

There's ice in my veins

Hobbies are better than

Ice in my veins

In the bicycle lane

Enjoy my free time the same way

Spiega passed

Circling the drain

Used to play games

Wasn't what it was cracked up to be

Now a shell seeking a lost purpose

Fighting back is not worth it

Sit down served with certain curtains

Waking conscious sleep'll swerve it

If life ends withering with cold hands

Then one day I'm warming up

Before embracing the old man

All in