Feel It In the Air

[Intro] Sick of February, I can tell you that This is just a quick song I made today, in the living room [Verse 1] And I got friends asking me, "What's with all the tragedy? This is not the way it has to be." I'm glad to be a part of all the black and white photos My family has taken all the songs, yes I know those It gets intense on my soul, don't you take it from me Judas I feel so fucking naked in my music But I cannot survive if I lied to the public and I shelled my heart Last time I tried I fell apart I fell in love with a Goddess more arrogant than modest And the oddest part about it was it turned so toxic Ripped up the pictures, nothing personal it's war But every Facebook tag of us hurts a little more And every anniversary I'm sore Pain to the fullest Chamber the pain like I chambered the bullet That I put in my revolver fucking aimed and I pulled it I'm trying to pretend this winter ain't been the coldest But I can feel it in the air There's something about February, that... drains everybody [Verse 2] And if I die, play Wu-Tang at my funeral Trust me though, my life's been beautiful What a coincidence that those words rhyme But you were dead before me if you ever once closed your mind To the possibilities of life on far away planets The universe is way bigger than Kansas Chatin' with the phantoms, sleeping with the white ghost Walk into the war zone, lean against the light post I dedicate this song to Chad Stuart, a childhood friend that died a couple days ago One day I'll shout your name on the radio I'm an atheist, but I promise your an angel though I hang below the stars and the statuses I pass a fist, but I'm a pacifist And that's the reason I don't have a hit But at least I have my fans and the ability to always be passionate I will not relax a bit And I can feel it in the air