bedwritten dualism Video (MV)

This is my bedwritten dualism
This is a bedridden bloom-then-wither
When they hear it, then the heads spin, like who is this?
I'm the one-line wonder, featuring way too many euphemisms
Had to scrap a few, revision
Rarely accurate, no tactical precision
But I'm adequate, passing through, then pass out for a minute
Piece-of-shit entitled kid, dream of new Enlightenment
Reading Hume, despising it, like who the f*ck is writing this?
Ruminating nightly while the train is passing by and whisking
Me into a dry spell that-- who the f*ck is writing this?
And why've I been inside for most days since puberty hit
I hardly ever leave my room a bit
This art's the only thing I have going for me
This art's the only thing I have so it's lonely
This art's the only thing, I'm glad you don't know me
Like you think you do
Can't manage all the endless time I've spent
Obsessing over mirrors, never feeling quite content
Confess to anyone who'll hear it, sending signals from my bed
Proclaim that all is finished, wake up, do it once again
Then I do it once again, like...
I wish I was a talented masquerade rapper
I wish I was a paladin, slashing grey matter
I wish I had a knack for this, rap's a brain-wracker
I wish I was a happy kid, pass the days faster