EmOhEyeEssAitchEe Lyrics

Disconnected from reality, now I'm just being real

Ari said get up on the mic, just tell em how you feel

For gaping wounds, a band-aid cannot heal

The blade sticks out, handle being turned

I'm not scared, weird

The blade sticks out, but I'm twisting it!

From the pain I cry out, now I'm fixing it

Heat up the blade and I'm sealing it

Pure alcohol, I'm drinking it

Little on the wound, when I spill

Dear self, only drinking till I feel

Good, stolen clarity, feeling great

Stolen valor, not soldiering through my pain

Lessons taught, lessons gained

I am ashamed! This is an outrage!

How could I? Power out, so should I?

Power hour, do or die

That ain't me, then who should cry

Who will lie, in the mirror

See my reflection, and I shiver

What they call relapse, I did her

Yeah I'm tryin, but the pains really bitter

How are you feeling?

Are you ok?

Do you need a hug?

Would that make it ok?

Tell me truly moishe

What would it take

Anything I can do

Make you feel great

Anxiety tell me, what's next

Causing me to bug out over, one text

Tell me its so scary because, what then

If "x" "y" and "z" happen, too much stress

Too much tech, every noti got us all like, what's that

What up status, causin so much havoc

Causing us to panic, worlds gone satanic

If I die, and go to hell, would I respawn on earth?

Destiny and free choice, questioning since birth

Heresy between us, was the spoken word

Wasn't until recently, felt my voice was heard

Now I got some answers, always more unsolved

Don't either know the bus driver, strengthen my resolve

This world's trial n error, we make mistakes and evolve

Playing mess up on repeat, featuring me and this facade

They say fake it till you make you it, or so I was told

I've been fakin it for a while, it's getting old

How are you feeling?

Are you ok?

Do you need a hug?

Would that make it ok?

Tell me truly moishe

What would it take

Is there anything I can do

To make you feel great

We just gonna keep doing this

Doin this music thing till something clicks

Music is my therapy, it develops me, makes me, me.

What is is, what happens happens, it's been written, currently, at the same time...