Mold Grows

Ive been looking for a new side gig when the lights out

Birds of a feather, together we gonna fly south

Time out, cause I don't even wanna try now

Max out the game and it's looking like now I'm out

Years past, honed the craft, second life a night owl

But now it's like meh, I got nothing left to write 'bout

Might put it all down like fuck it, walk away

I don't wanna talk today, go suck on a ball grenade

Like go fuck off all the way, a fuck you holiday

Wonder how it's gone astray, small chance that I'm gonna stay

Like, you ever feel betrayed by your own mind

Enslaved by your own life, dismayed by your own kind