What Kind of Way

What kind of way is this to live

My hands don't seem to be my kin no more

What kind of way is this to live

I douse my head but still continue on

Now my head's beneath my limbs

What kind of walk is this

Eating food that goes past my oesophagus

Lost my heart in the heart of metropolis

Thank you mom but with all I've accomplished

I still haven't charted yet

Don't I feel far from flesh

Only time I am l me when there's music that's playing in speakers

And even then I'm gone

Cause the people around me look at me through see through vitrines oh my god

And I'm still checked off

Still the best man at the temple of them all

Join me on the gurney to the West I'm lifting off

Might not be a fucking legend by year 2024

What kind of way is this to live

My hands don't seem to be my kin no more

What kind of way is this to live

I douse my head but still continue on

Now my head's beneath my limbs