See how im living got me feeling Like 'I'm that type of Man' to abide by my morals and the future that i plan,
i be wise, nah thats bullshit i be kidding on occasion,
drink away my problems on a day to day basis,
and even though i write to relieve i believe,
that my soul is slowly fading like spirits on Christmas eve,
the turning of my pages in the winters of my mind,
paper cuts deep into my soul which i confide,
and pride over matter got me acting a fool,
mind over bladder now im pissing my thoughts,
wishes or regrets, who cares who goes?
this is life or death and my friend died on the roads,
fuck alice, i built my own wonderland palace,free from media, fiends drugs and manics,
just a piano in the lounge playing ludovico einaudi sound melodies out aloud g,
like eff it i can zone all alone its my haven,
away from this place where all fires blazing.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az