Polybius

I'm destructive, selfish, that's it, real shit, with a fucked sense of justice, fuck it

When I'm handling the pain, my back, that fact, that's a real sense of strain

I feel like I'm self-righteous: I want everything I want, even if I know it's wrong,

Dealing with it on my own, even if it's on the phone, processing the details about it

Polybius, no, it, doesn't exist

It's a fake, it's a false, it's a myth

In your grasp, round the corner, round fifth

You can't lose it if you never had it

Been preaching the problem, you're starting to answer

Stuck to the blueprint, stuck with the planner