Before They Raise The Curtain

[Verse 1: Loki] The cold of the winter nights Keeps me inside and listening to music Searching for incites and wisdom to use but They don't come to me, I have no friendly visitors Only my fears of the future which are contentedly sinister And they get me heated, I'm sweating in the prison of my mind Worry about how the world is cold even on a summer day Why do I wake to it and I never wish for the sun to stay Its frightening what it illuminates but I can't runaway When the lights in my eyes I always turn away But before I adjourn the day I need to learn my way, cuss [Hook 1] Though the day as been long Life is good enough there Really ain't a thing wrong But when it comes to the next day I'm uncertain I worry bout how things will play out When they raise the curtain [Verse 2: Loki] In the mornings, I'm always certain today That i'll learn a way, to manage the problems Of this polluted planet, that takes life away Makes me like to say, dammnit I can't solve them if I can't take advantage Of the light of day, but through my lifes span I've been always been I'm a stronger man in the night man So I gotta find a way, to earn a pay Learn a way to stay firm in every word I say Refine my talents and find the balance Between work and play, know when to shut the fuck up And know what to say, not run off my emotions And react too fast, not spend money too easily I need a stack to last, and my last bud bag I burned in just a couple days, but without it I give too much of a fuck with my supple ways Which inwardly effects my happiness, ugh, it never stays [Hook 2] Though the day as been long Life is good enough there Really ain't a thing wrong But when it comes to the next day I'm uncertain So I just press play and start searching Or some peace of mind, just need to lose myself in the music Tell myself i'll be just fine [Verse 3: Loki] I can't understand why my happiness never stays And why I find its hard to cope I dont get it Like a severed phrase, or a partial quote I know every single one of the rhymes i've wrote Is outta context, because of the thoughts in my mind I choke And syllables slip climbing my throat, get caught in my esophagus So I light fires trying to smoke them out Before the day they toss me thrust Me into my coffin And lock shut the top of this sarcophagus Where i'll lay until I rot to dust [Hook 1]