4th Wall

I'm 4th wall thinking.

Force to recall like the source was all linking in my brain.

Tattling my name, I'm battling my sane.

Co-existing like no!

I'm in a twisting position like if I don't be flipping the switch then the mission be missing.

I go kissing the wind like I'm fixing to be whistling the sin.

I be wristing my pen, written mist of Zen.

As I'm sitting in fruition despite them.

I fight when there's no light.

In the night I go to heights.

Deeper acolytes cause these are Keeper acts of rights.

Maximum attacks from sleeper hacks of psych.

Everything I see is an act of might.

I'm seeing myself as I'm being myself, leaving himself, deceiving itself.