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Paintin' circles I'm a target Who doesn't relate to half-hearted? Who doesn't pretend to like garbage? Who doesn't give a fuck what you started? Honestly, most of it's retarded I'm not an entity, whatever's left of me More of an artist than anything you'll ever be I don't pretend to be the hardest I pretend to normal in a system that breaks people down according to likes and dislikes An algorithm embedded so deep it's just like phlegm in the windpipes You can't cough it out, what the fuck are you talking about? And the system of rhyme I designed is embarrassed to bring this awareness about Your world is trying to bring me down Manage to stress me out Don't understand what I'm all about I don't know why I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame I feel it somewhat so musical all of the madness that screams in my head every night when I pray I don't know why I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame Since I won't sell my soul I can see their eyes roll Just beating me down with their judgmental sighs, oh What a wicked web I weave Through trials and where tribulations lead I vow to be one of the greatest to ever grab a mic and fight for we are the night Letras de cancionesScream it in their face the human race is wasted No one gives a shit, want to erase it all and quit Let's just break it all to bits, busted nose, bloody lip Run the circle, start a pit, take your pick, yeah Your world is trying to bring me down Manage to stress me out Don't understand what I'm all about I don't know why I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame I feel it somewhat so musical all of the madness that screams in my head every night when I pray I don't know why I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame I don't know why I put my middle finger up in the sky, up in the sky They want to die But I won't let them see their ghosts as they fly Ghosts as they fly I don't know why, why, why Up in the sky They want to die, die, die Ghosts as they fly Your world is trying to bring me down Manage to stress me out Don't understand what I'm all about I don't know why I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame I feel it somewhat so musical all of the madness that screams in my head every night when I pray I don't know why I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame From Letras Mania