Aren't I everything you wanted in a worker
Cause it trips me up when I'm accused of living cushy lifestyles
You tell me a win is a win
But still a wish is a wish and
I'm feeling sick of fighting fires in denial now
Bless
Patience is a key it's not a
Test
Morals out the window what a
Mess
Said you've given praise but I digress
Yeah, this is my ward
If you comin' pickin' fights, you fightin' my wars
Flyin' off the handle, then you telling me you want more
Talking shit and saying stupid things like "I'm to die for"
Wait
You're an eyesore
Heavy on the gas bitch I think you're a cyborg
Feel the pressure building filling up, you're on your high horse
Trying to harass, think again cuz you're in my morgue
A taste of life I never knew
Always restricted by our views
A race with time but still wait for cues
Routine expected nothing new
I'm possessed
Demons actin' like pest
A hollow sword with no crest
I try and try but you
Press, press, press
I'm obsessed
You're in JaCo's morgue, there's no rest
No rest
Can't seem to get it together, can't seem to get it get out
Saw you fall off the wall that you cried for
Flaws are your excuse to patronize more
Feeling tall acting tall by the side door
Can't seem to get it together, can't seem to get it get out
Saw you fall off the wall that you cried for
Flaws are your excuse to patronize more
Feeling tall acting tall by the side door
Can't seem to get it together, can't seem to get it get out
A taste of life I never knew
Always restricted by our views
A race with time but still wait for cues
Routine expected nothing new
I'm possessed (possessed)
Demons actin like pest (like pest)
A hollow sword with no crest (no crest)
I try and try but you
Press, press, press
I'm obsessed (obsessed)
You're in JaCo's morgue, there's no rest
No rest
Can't seem to get it together can't seem to get it get out
(I felt...no spirituality, at all)
(Really?)
(Yeah, my thoughts started idol)
(Yeah, my thoughts started...)
(Yeah, my thoughts started idol)
Yeah, my thoughts started idol
Converted suicidal
You're looking down the rifle
Acting like you've earned your title
Your need for greed it's vital
You think your life's entitled
Don't have to learn survival when your life runs on denial
My thoughts, yeah they started off idol
Converted suicidal
See joy and you turn homicidal
Walking around here acting like you've earned your title
Your need for greed it's vital
And you think your cushy life's entitled
Don't have to learn survival when your life runs on denial
A taste of life I never knew
Always restricted by our views
A race with time but still wait for cues
Routine expected nothing new
I'm possessed (possessed)
Demons actin like pest (like pest)
A hollow sword with no crest (no crest)
I try and try but you
Press, press, press
I'm obsessed (obsessed)
You're in JaCo's morgue, there's no rest
No rest
Can't seem to get it together can't seem to get it get out