Time's Up

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Psiren

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This is not a phase,
This is not a façade born out of a misunderstanding of-
The human condition
Every day feels like it's a normal day until it's the last one
Identity, from you to me to you
There are no second chances, there are no do-overs
From you to me to you
That's all we can ever really hope for

Time's up
Starin' at my sunrise desktop
Every dream I had gets lost in the backdrop
Livin' in a post-job life in a flash pandemic,
Is little bit of grimdark
Wish I didn't feel left out by the fact that I'm bi
Or the fact that I'm bicentennial percent lost
Shy and awkward
Just tryna trace these red lines in the dark
That's scrawled in a crossword
Five letters, thin blue line ain't cutting it
Black lives matter, stroke six is a mulligan
Truth trumps hate but the courts can't stomach it
Trump hates truth, in the pit of his stomach, man
Bold to assume that I knew my identity
Three years later, now that whole life's dead to me
Square one peg, couch surf through a riptide
Dog paddle straight, long crawl like a centipede
Sun sets low on a common purpose
Called it, y'all front like I don't deserve this
Then turn y'all backs when I drop my new shit
All y'all fake fans, juvenile deserters
But I keep on grindin' with nil to show
Except a back catalog and a spreadsheet of zeroes
No more heroes, everybody dies
Or the very least, loses their mind
See Nero
Please, lemme just make sense this one time
Everything's a sub-con riddle in my mind's mind
Mind's eye blind in the darkness
Both eyes blind to a future outside this garbage
Impoverish existence of mediocre promise,
A pigeon holed kid with apartment complex
And a college degree in a dying market
No community unity, just a flight, departure
I want the wind in my wings, not a slight breeze
Wanna understand what I know, but can't sight read
At least I understand I'm alone, and the why, free
Thinking like, a man in a box is a tight squeeze
Every single plan I concoct is a type B
The system feels rigged like an Apple with a Type-C
Your nightly fake news, sugar free
Mixed with two scoops of race hate
And blame placed foolishly
Hate, hate, double hate, you I loathe entirely
I wish you'd treat the planet with a fraction of your ''piety''
Society's a nuke that's on a puppet string
And all you do is watch it dangle from this cliff
Like it's the end of ''Lie To Me''
Try me, east coast kid with a shoulder chip
White boy, thirty years old, don't give a shit
Truth is I'm a disillusioned illusionist
My heart bleeds as much it beats, so stupid, man
Little bit of empath, lot of "angry" politics
Constantly accused like I'm tryna stir the pot again
I'm just tryna make some sense
Shit's confusing
Worn down like an old eraser, post-proofread
New breed's kinda like the old breed
Differentiated by the tattoos, and technicolor hairpiece
No disrespect intended
I'll fight for our right to love, look
And breathe what we please
But I don't really care what your god intended
I just want to live my life before I reach the endin'
Hit the reset switch on this pad and pen
And hope the shit that comes out's a bit less cryptic
Heart's a mess, it's just part of a big lament
A slow chemical imbalance
I spent so much time but I can't commit
It's like everywhere I step's just wet cement
And the road less traveled by isn't there
Paradise paved for a parking lot, pay the fare
Toll booth exit, one way, listen friend
You don't get to leave this lot til we get our share
Put 'er there
Charon's about the only free ride left
So I guess I better figure out more than rent
Easier said than done,
Tryna stop the sun is gonna take more than sheer ambivalence
Do your best to stop the feedback
There is no equivalent
I'm frustrated, tired of the grind, belligerent
Scared I'll lose my mind like who came before me
At the same time, settling just don't implore me
You can choose to ignore me, I don't care
Feel like I'm zip tied to a zip line, still goin' there
Gravity's a force of nature
Black hole erasure
Implode, f*ck your golden ratio
''It's a coded message in a bottle
Inside of a shipment lost in Atlantic waters''
My cries for help weren't THAT symbolic
Y'all tuned me out for radio silence
You're lucky I'm not choosing violence
All I'm on is some speak my mind shit
My heart is honest,
My whole journey's one way, linear,
Live more
Memento mori, word to Unus Annus
Out

True happiness is to enjoy the present
Without anxious dependence upon the future
Not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears
But to rest satisfied with what we have, which is sufficient
Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage
So, for as long as you live, keep learning how to live

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