11. the downward spiral (prod. josef) by funeral fantasy published on 2023-02-18T13:07:27Z lyrics: People won't care about my music 'cause I'm not a trending topic. But if I pass away, you'd love me, Where's the motherfucking logic? Seeing my world in black and white like I'm Logic. Ain’t no stopping but they twist the real truth like it's photoshopping. So these catfish hypocrites can play their little games, With people they think are mice in a pond full of decay. But the second the mice get it twisted, a fist is what you're kissing. Demise by the mice, it ain't funny now, is it? Write a journal of poems that will go forever unheard. Send letters to a nobody through a fucking mockingbird. It’s because of these mocking birds that I ain’t got confidence. Shoot me down, drag me around into the bottomless. Bottomless pit’s full of my anxiety and worthlessness. The heart’s a black hole for your toxicness. But it sucks it in, I can’t help but burden myself daily. “Don’t go, I fucking love you, please don’t go, please baby.” Please don’t leave me behind. To deal with all of these mice. Where’s the cheddar I crave? Money, money, money on my mind as you go away. Why oh why? I tried. I FUCKING TRIED. The kid of broken principles asked himself again If he could change his fate then what would he do to end All the stupid fucking shit he done did all those days Pass a fist into their face or take a pacifistic way? Linguistically speaking I think that the very same Narcissitic fucking cunts who are calling you insane Are the ones who ain’t had a day to set the record straight They don’t know what it means to be sane So break a leg or break a bone ‘cause either way this shit will hurt You gotta fix your fucking ways or you will meet an early grave You can talk about your flames but be prepared for the burn Noone’s asking for three cents but they’re asking for change The sane in the madhouse are the ones to be judged We welcomed you with open arms out of love Yet you crushed our fucking hearts and went fucking bust Now there’s not a single person who I can fucking trust You’re addicted to her and I don’t mean to be a bitch too But who else can judge you better than yourself fool? ‘cause right now you’re feeling used like a damn tool And work’s about to start, you already finished high school Longing for those days again is okay. But neglecting your future isn’t alright so to say. Take a good look in the mirror so you can see me dude I’m your biggest judge and I don’t mean to be rude But you need to get a grip, this is your life you’re wasting This life ain't got time for spacing out on stone cold pavements Think of the stone cold payments you could get with proper sleep And a proper schedule to make yourself at ease It’s gonna get better, you schizophrenic fuck There’s bound to be some days where you feel all out of luck But let’s keep it up and let’s keep getting bucks Oh fuck, I’m off road, I guess my time is up. Genre Hip-hop & Rap