Opening the journal of pain aka Isolated Incidents.
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negativity
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Story behind the song
Opening the journal of Isolated Incidents.
Lyrics
You can enter my mind but you're not advised.
& if something happens to ya, no one will hear your cries.
My cares gets shorter, day by the day.
For years people changed me, you made me this way.
Gotta get the mic, some don't know what it's like.
I got the power surge vocally settin' it off high.
In your face with the bass, my time ain't a waste.
You wanna feel tha V, shut yo' mouth after ya get a taste.
I'm falling every month, nothing ever changes.
Deprived in my mind, speaking my language.
I give the fight to survive on with all my might.
People keep bringing me down left & right.
This place is sickly deranged.
All I can say is welcome to my pain.
You're in another universe, that's my brain.
Getting ya worried & panicked 'cause it's so strange.
My world you will see what's wrong or right.
& some shit may scare ya an awful fright.
Things are gone & they're so used.
If you're the kind I hate, we now begin the abuse.
My mind is a landmine to snap, that's a fact.
Watch what you do & step back.
Pain dungeon, that's from life.
Very strife, I never ever said it was nice.
Didn't say it once, I said it most my life.
In this life my back knows the weapon, the knife.
All I ever needed was bliss.
I never get it & I get pissed & squeeze my fists.
Tha s-k-8-p-e-g-o-a-t
Reaching for heaven but God must hate me.
A design for my bliss, I can never get close.
I feel like an empty soul, so, I'm a ghost.
Slide the 'phones on to hear my message.
Purely put & simple so you won't be guessin'.
Open the door, look into my pain.
& see the rancid lake from where it all came.
When my day comes that I'm all done.
Should be the day I'm floating like the sun.
Hear the words of a depressive.
Y'all who judge me will learn a fuckin' lesson.
Hard times then I die seem to be the story.
I'm not going out without fightin' for glory.
I trusted & tried so much, now it's enough.
The good side to me at its end, in the dust.
Disappointment is my cell mate.
I can't break out either 'cause it's hell's fate.
Hey, ya think I'm whining? Then, fuck ya!
Don't even listen if you're a hating punk bitch.
Play this music & your mind gets wrecked.
4 letters mutherfucker & they spell "VECT."
I'll take you on a ride like when you're all boozed.
My own worst fate is I was born 2 lose.
So much to try but I feel it'll never happen.
Because my life always has that weak traction.
So much pain I could write a book.
Come see the hated 1 & take a look.
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