Don't take it personally. This is not about you.
I begin to slide inward and throughout to
Shatter the static silencing my mind.
Find the rhythm and set course to collide.
Don't take it personally. My hands are disappearing.
Dissolving in a tear. I am not needed here.
Starting to feel something. I think I'm taking off.
I think I'm feeling something. Will I evaporate?
Is this me feeling something? I've got a bird's eye view.
I have shed my skin. Look at me now.
Intra intrasport. Perish to my thoughts.
My hand is on the gun. Intra intrasport.
Get to me before my face splashes in the sky.
I used to dream about killing certain people.
Dreams that sew me up like sleeping with a needle.
Those feelings that I had were building up to something.
I feel a schism in the rhythm. Now I'm running.
My hair is liquifying. My tastebuds are igniting.
It's true I am evolving. It's all relative.
Starting to feel something. I think I'm taking off. I think I'm feeling something.
Will I evaporate? Definitely feeling something. I've got a bird's eye view.
I have shed my skin. Look at me now.
Intra intrasport. Perish to my thoughts. My hand is on the gun.
Intra intrasport. The feeling's on the floor. My face splashes in the sky.
Don't do it.