Bad Design
• Written by ForeverLucid
if you could see, inside my mind,
you'd see a plan, for my decline,
like a bad design, that elapsed over time,
that i fight against, to become sublime.
i think im a failure, i cant do shit,
even if i somehow, push through this,
i lack confidence, theres no audience
for someone like me, to ever make a hit
but deep down, i try anyway,
cos you never know whats coming
or what'll fade,
so i just paint and spray,
then either make the grade
or i'll grab a spade, just to dig my grave,
then its here that i guess i'll decide
to either lie back and die, or realise
that this is a place to heal and grow
for tomorrow is built from the seeds you sow,
but everything you know, makes the process slow,
its in the way, and it's gotta go
you gotta grow, you gotta grow
if you could see inside my mind,
you'd see a plan for my decline,
like a bad design that elapsed over time
that i fight againstto become sublime.
you see the prize is the flower
that blooms from a cower,
your eyes fill with power,
from every pain fuelled hour
the taste in your mouth
will eventually come sweet
as you find your heartbeat
and become less sour
you turn up the heat
and arise from defeat
watered head to toe
from your face to your feet
its all you know
planted firmly for growth
but you cant speak, you freeze
from the cold shower
ive had enough of the mind games with everything ive felt
so ill grind and grind this weak hand im dealt
ill be black and blue like the colour of my belt
eventually knocked out its not good for my health
from the first round right up to the twelth
each blow depletes my vanishing stealth
till i lay there bare like i need some help
from a crowd that consists of someone other than myself
i just need a shout to reach my ears
so all my doubt and internal fears
can be lifted like my body from the canvas
by a wizard's whirlwind and a girl from kansas
that takes me to a road thats plated with gold
winding round with every choke hold
and as the end's in sight i take my last breath
im in too deep im swallowed whole
if you could see inside my mind,
you'd see a plan for my decline,
like a bad design that elapsed over time
that i fight against to become sublime.
if you understand the steps then it'll flow more easy
this whirlwind'll blow ya it'll be more breezy
carpe diem, the day will seize me
before i grab its neck as i feel more queazy
im sick of it all tho, you just cant please me
its like im hypnotised to daytime tv
pupils dilated with a stare thats beady
im wrapped tight here by a boa being squeezy
no foreplay at all it didnt even tease me
this is all beneath me, its just fucking sleazy
my palms all sweaty, my hair's proper greasy
this hermit is hiding, hoping nobody sees me
if you could see, inside my mind
you'd see a plan, for my decline
like a bad design, that elapsed over time
that i fight against, to become sublime
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ForeverLucid
Member since November 12 2014