Gone

Ok I'm running from nothing I need to stay calm

Enough of hiding inside pass me the napalm

I need to take some, I recognize my desire sire

But lie through the entire situation

Far as the cards say make it out, minus the bullshit and I'll try to find another route

Take me to the part of the farthest mile, I'd figure out, I'd seek around till I find out how

Dig deep, try to keep an inkling, but quick

Thinking has never felt all my instinct so in sync

Ring the desk, cannabalism, I sing in jest

Nobody thinks of them, nevertheless I feel