Stepping out of my ego
Ego
Coming in evil I might go off the rails
I might just burn him down and start from scratch
Take a dive, make a deal
To see how it feels
I might just test the waters, I might just pull out my hair
I just might pretend to be evil, see if anybody would care
Cause I bit the hand that feeds, only to find it was attached to me
It's funny how I can be all I need, I am the best force in this body
Yeah yeah yeah I'm self-sustaining, glory-obtaining, I am the itch on your brain
I am the only way out, three faces stacked behind one, I'm the best of the sum,
Everything's so good now
And we're doing just fine
So when I break down
Everyone will know why
I'm trying to help you
Don't want us to die
But you've got me confined
Stepping out of my ego
I have to refine you, I turn your raw desire to conformity
And no I never liked you, but you're only alive because of me
We can't think like this, either we obey the world or we meet our demises
And hell is when you pluralize this, cause how many times do we have to digress?
How could you let this happen?
How could you let this fail so well?
I'm so used to rejection, I'll probably bring a ladder to hell
Take this guilt I'm sure you'll never grasp it,
Curb that monster, never let it happen
We're all part of this structure, if one goes down then we all go under
Everything's so good now
And we're doing just fine
So when I break down
Everyone will know why
I'm trying to help you
Don't want us to die
But you've got me confined
How many times do I have to fight you? How many times until I can shine through? How many times do you have to kill me? How many times do I have to deny you?
Deny your existence, hope that no one notices I'm missing
Everybody's here but they're never gonna listen
Everybody hears but they're never gonna listen.
This is not the be-all end-all, this is not where everybody's fine.
This is just the high point of my life, those are just wasted years gone by, so wave as they go.
Because nobody wants to see me cry, too sappy.
But nobody cares if I die unhappy.
Feelings are heavy and they'll always hurt, so put in the work.
I call it passion, you call it violent
Which one of us do you think will be thriving?
In five years time when the clouds have all parted, and nobody here's gonna care how it started.
I come back now with a price on my head, with blood on my hands and a limp in my step.
Cause you broke me down, took two years of my life, but when I come out that side you'll still be behind.