PREACH

Too late, I'm running, I cannot see the horizon.

In this world, people are fighting about religions.

I don't wanna talk about me again,

But you know, Maxwell, happy songs wouldn't be me.

Procrastination loves me, but I do not love myself, so

I'm talking about feelings,

Then my depression.

I don't know why I got so much pressure on my shoulders.

The weight of my doubt is heavy,

Brain cells are fucking empty.

The seat of my fucking death is waiting for me.