In today's world, our social devices Have become but simple sins, n vices So put down your phone And Roll down your dices I've yet to bet my hesitation In a moment of absolute action The sin in sensation begins to fester & blacken Pride in my courage & Christs the power i tapped in I've over come the need for a screen I under stand I'll too bleed and scream So back to the main focus, I think that's your poison, N u think it's important I still think you're gorgeous

In your presence, I sense a void, Apathy in your eyes, it can't be destroyed. Attempts at repair, alas, are in vain, This malevolence within assaults my good name, In this domain, I remain unchained, Choosing to endure the terror, strangely arranged, Embracing the love of pain, un-exchanged

Cycle cycle the world will never break Until u die and can no longer blink You cycle cycle Thu the lie trying to find the missing link, Well it's fake the cycle is yours to overthink, Rival the cycle to which you come to a brink, And only then can you truly come in sync, With the cycle of the cycle of life's grandest kink, Heavy is the heart that cannot sink, I dare say its evident life shrouded in mystique Ignoring if its relevant that most dead ppl drink Mistakenly the cycle is slaying me Painstakingly this cycle of drinking is saving me

I set down in the shadows of my mind my palace, bit ironic the pawns of darkness bind to malice, I Sip tonic that dawns to tarnish the kind & callous, I always knew I wasn't like the rest of mankind im the Atlas Burdened from birth, like a soul with no worth Born in the dirt, now I crawl along this earth Trapped in this state, chained beneath rebirth, Haunted by this fate,I'm cursed, like today I'm in a hearse, It's the loom in the eye the dip in enthusiasm , The doom awaiting pride is evidently sarcasm , I have no ceiling to contest,and no ground rest, Just voided phantasm, Deep in this deepened dungeon for no crime, I sit still doing time,

When I first saw you for the 2nd time, The look you gave me should've been a crime, Nevertheless your sight was sign, That my sore eyes were right on the line, The things I want The things I need Your wings u taunt An angelic seed Your voice that Im driven to heed Without it my soul Will tear n bleed A endless hole A pit in the bottom of me Filled with blackest coal Compressing the feelings u stole Into a beautiful stone A cold one that will warm your bone And build a immovable home