Losin My Mind

[Hook] Can you hear me? Is someone there? Am I losin' my mind? [x2] Am I all alone? Won't you rescue me? Talkin' to myself Starin' out [Verse 1: Yo I scribble death letters to myself everyday Sitting here, locked away, gone astray, with my disarray Mind torn apart by the box that’s in front of me Tryin' to erase all the pain that's become of me I’m perceived as conceited I'm reachin' and screamin' at the top of my lungs (Why?) In need of a miracle, a spiritual calm to come See through the walls and delete the pitch black That you hear in these songs You might call it a blessing, you might call it depression You might call it a sick game of Smith & Wesson's Mind torn apart and the fans wanna summon me Live on the stage, with their hands right in front of me I just spit, then I exit with a cigarette Life full of death, but it still hasn't killed me yet Knife to my chest, but it's still no feelin' left Like me or not, I'mma still keep gettin' checks [Hook] [Verse 2:] They associate my name with my face, with my raps With my hat, with my clothes, with my tastes It's a shame that you hate, wanna burn my body at the stake I think you'll find that deep inside the mirror is a [mystic?] fate Mouth stitched shut, brains trapped in a dark daze Suicidal thoughts played, homicidal thoughts rage Crawlin' in a dark maze, clawin' out my heart, crazed Starin' at the walls up in this coffin in an unmarked grave I press on like a zombie in this rap game Prayin' for a miracle to save me from this black rain Act strange, cause I feel strange Punching through the walls in my crib, just to see if I can feel pain But only nothing, isn't numbness [stack?] I got a feeling that it’s part of why my lungs are black Ribs collapsed and I’m drowning in my sin perhaps I put the rope around my neck, and then I drip the black [Hook] [Bridge:] I'm goin' outta my mind, yeah [x3] I think I'm losin' my mind up in this motherfucker I'm goin' outta my mind, yeah [x3] I think I'm losin' my mind up in this motherfucker [Interlude] Don't fuckin' look at me like I'm crazy, I'm not crazy... Y'all made me fucked up Yeah, listen, listen The world made me this way So y'all just gon' have to deal with it Don't fuckin' look at me crazy Fuck that... [Hook] [Interlude 2:] What fascinations there are on this planet Strange mortals with curious customs We'll have a storm now, and and earthquake if you'd like You must stand aside, out of danger