Collab

I feel like I'm just stranded, fuckin with necromancers

I'm in here second chancin, tossin up my decisions

Nothing's got my infliction, nobody's seen my position

Bluffing bout my depression, maybe it's more attention

Maybe that's just the lesson, It's crazy but it's forgotten

And it's just the way I lie until weapons turn into coffins

My expressions are so cautious, I'm just ventin to crosses

If you cross us, swear confession won't be enough to cleanse us

There's no exceptions, everybody here's so pretentious

I'm losing my senses, I can't count the sheep on the fences

I get a count to sleep, anesthesia's my outlet been disconnected

I'm ripped away from the world by tedious demons subjective

Studying the lesions I'm left with, now I'm so introspective

I'm disoriented and all these legions they leave us alone

Took to myself with a microscope, hoping maybe that I'll be dope

And get some buzz from lines I wrote, but I'm a realist, I will I cope

Take some slugs, some surreal shit and I'll line it up. "lucid"