Sycamore (Flashback)

A life of conformity amounting to abyss Slip into oblivion guess ignorance is bliss But we here for the minute so just let us get our kicks Living on a diet made of coffee n some crisps And still I swallow tears Wash 'em back with a couple hunnid beers I fight fears in my nightmares I write fierce so through dark nights light pierce Feel like I'm biking down a mountain but the pedals stuck A nettle in the meadow, still I make the petals blush Skies are yellow, hazmat suits, I'm in a metal tux I aim the barrel to the stars 'fore we turn to dust Somersaulting over needles as the knives thrown Tryna contemplate my life my mind is cyclone In the airlock, water starts to rise, flow Do I push the button or wait for me to die slow? And no one said that it was easy Matter fact I'd say it's pretty difficult Warm smile but inside I'm bleeding S.O.S scratched on the sycamore Front row seats to my movie As I indulge in my downfall Only message left to me S.O.S scratched on the sycamore Shotty slugs, sappin' on that dark matter All the pellets ingested can't calm the heart's patter Stars shatter, supernovas in my nightmares Incisions in the vision charter where the light bares Yeah Yeah-eh-eh now Helicopters in the sky, nothing tear me down right now Yeah-eh-eh now Laceration's in the bark never kept me down 'til now Skies split, like thunder from the white mist Knives twist, gorging organs when I write scripts Time shift, letter flutter through the minds rift Like ships, getting warnings bout an ice tip Nice kid, tar dripping from the eyelids Spilt oil slick spilling it's a crisis Shooting for the moon, if you miss you'll die alone Fractures in your suit, make your fuckin' head explode And no one said that it was easy Matter fact I'd say it's pretty difficult Warm smile but inside I'm bleeding S.O.S scratched on the sycamore Front row seats to my movie As I indulge in my downfall Only message left to me S.O.S scratched on the sycamore