Monelo - Down Lyrics

Imagine lying in meadows, inhale and dying there alone
On a day the sun ain't mad, and the lakes got lily pads
Gazing landscapes straight from Bob Ross's canvas
Entomophobic, but I'd rather not fight fear in stanzas
Cause the serenity, the ecstasy got me to introspect
Was never nostalgic, 'cause the memories
Were faded or were dead
Ask me to emigrate to the woods but have no internet
I'm down but
Living in another place, coping up in another space
Mood swings, but see no hammock, to sleep but us in paddocks
Expect us to gallop, while the parents whip us like jockeys
The eighth member of Keating's Dead Poet's Society
Same shoes, clothes, ties, catching up to the same pursuit
Gloomy days, the sun pissed too
Global warming, now the winter's summer
Being under the heat, I'm tryna be cool, but bummer
Any test, cut-off's ninety, to my parents or I'm cut-off
Fat books never re-issued, grinding too hard, tears drip off
This life's giving me a paint job, colouring me blue
Appointment with Dr. Phil be social stigma, in unison (Boo)
What's the point of all this if I got nothing to lose
Gave me one sheet of options and told me, go ahead choose
Moms asking, why are you feeling down, son
I have no clue

Broke the door of his room, he's crying
Our boy is mentally ill or angry
Them tears ain't gonna fool us
(Lord help me)
Or I'm gonna give someone a piece of his mind
What do I gotta do to have a peace of mind
Sleep

Where am I and how'd I get here
Lost in the woods, pitch-black, no moon behind the trees
Robert Frost excerpt except no snow or miles before sleep
Scent of the wilderness but could be the deceased that reeks
I need a Christopher Reeve to save me
From this screenplay of slender wood
The sun's lost, no owl hoot, hope it's not three in the 'morn
Scouting rocks, spindle, tryna make a fire board but how
No, a bon fire, not a good idea, rather not see death
In silhouettes, but if it don't eat me, I'ma still try to befriend
Black trees, no one else, not even insects, don't fear em now
Empty jungle don't prone to danger, yet still am in peril
Nothing or no one to interact with
Or laugh with, c'mon I need a plot twist
Which one's Treebeard and how did
Bruno talk to the moon tell me please
Prison without the commissary, genie before the feral
I'm stuck in this solitary, Please release me from the devil
No days, sun died and transformed to a star
No foolish, better pull my logic down to Earth
Gone under it's upside down
Did I pass judgement day or did it pass me
Doubt my vices were capital rather habitual, why am I here?
Wake up and wait, relieved from what again, no idea
In the middle of school but still cesspool
Gotta be cool so my peers would drool (Not spit)
Attention seeker but bad improv
I just don't wanna resort to my phone
Like Tyler, the loneliest man in the room (Wait)
Music filling the void but anxiety swinging the mood (It's Deja Vu)
Is this how I go down, my fear of having only my fam to my tomb
(Wait the totem still spinning, wake up)
No, never, not even in subconscious, I'ma live through

Broke the door again, he's crying
He got the mood of anxiety
Them tears almost made me slip
(Lord help him)
Or he gonna give someone a piece of his mind
What do I gotta do to have a peace of mind