Do You?

Cyclical, pessimistic detachment, switching my visuals

It's sad to see the way that my mind's developed with time

Pushed the boxes aside and lied, taking shots like I got nine lives

But aye, what? Fuck it, it's fine

I'm like a fallen, I'll be dying, but I'm feeling divine

Icarus wings, you're the sun, obstructing the flight

We in a plight to justify who's morally right

In the end, we're holding knives as the daylight dies

No kill switch, we're just desperate for time

Internal linguistics go missing like the characteristics

Once vivid, but now I've dimmed by all the fucking sickness