It's A Shame

It's a shame that I wanna leave.

It's so lame that I wanna achieve nothing in this game.

I'm just speaking words from the brain.

Tweaking terms to impact this rap like a lyrical fist snap to his back.

Satirical neck snap, head crack, a miracle his thread didn't tap.

Where is the eternal bed at? The Big Sleep is where I want my head at.

I'm a walking, talking dead act.

I found that I'm only a debt-sac with no experience in my head that, I can recall, read back, my own.

It's feed back.

Alone when I'm on the phone listening to these hollow ring tones.

Echoing groans from molecular growing on to secular knowing none.

It's not fair, I don't know what to aim for.

It's such a shame to play for when I don't care about this game score.