Desperation

Chorus:

So what do we do now? I guess it’s time to hold it down.

Bad things are happening but good things will come around.

Well It’s all in my head I think I’m going insane.

Well it’s all in my head who put these thoughts in my brain?

So what do we do now? I guess it’s time to hold it down.

Bad things are happening but good things will come around.

Well It’s all in my head I think I’m going insane.

Well it’s all in my head who put these thoughts in my brain?

Verse 2

My only desperado was desperation.

The thought seems sill the ones never who faced it.

Embraced it, encased in it. Raised and bathed in it.

The taste of it laced my brain, the chemical imbalances

going insane. It’s the ambition,

my mission to deliver, divise decisions, vision

to reach beyond the normal conditions of living

exceed the bottomless pit at the end of it, no giving in.

Listen in, got to revision the distant wisdom left within him,

guess what hit him? The world we live in, cat and mouse, a dogmatic

rotisserie. crematories and war memorials adorn you,

a metaphysical tutorial, eyes slaved before you.

I can’t have it, said its a bad decision, but I didn’t,

listen, 40 hours a week, 56 hours of sleep,

leaves us with 62 hours in a week.

Believe it, its not easy, to live this life freely.

So what do we do now? I guess it’s time to hold it down.

Bad things are happening but good things will come around.

Well It’s all in my head I think I’m going insane.

Well it’s all in my head who put these thoughts in my brain?

So what do we do now? I guess it’s time to hold it down.

Bad things are happening but good things will come around.

Well It’s all in my head I think I’m going insane.

Well it’s all in my head who put these thoughts in my brain?

Verse 3

Is it kind, necessary or true? I leave it up to you,

to decipher the meaning of life’s little suit.

A suit that slips under your skin, the ruggedest fit.

Situates the chemical impulses devouring you.

A cadaver unused is like thoughts without food,

It pulls at your boots, makes it harder to move.

It spoils and rots, a A metaphysical clot,

medicinals not, going to keep you clean on the spot.

Because as time goes on we’re getting older and colder.

Take these heavy burdens throw them over your shoulder.

The weight from the stress makes it impossible to rest.

You guessed it, I’m blessed a goal-aholic,

Obsessed with the quest, personality splits

Is it schizophrenia or am I jut changing face?

I keep entertained by the chaos I arrange,

Need a bigger plate for my growing taste.

So what do we do now? I guess it’s time to hold it down.

Bad things are happening but good things will come around.

Well It’s all in my head I think I’m going insane.

Well it’s all in my head who put these thoughts in my brain?

So what do we do now? I guess it’s time to hold it down.

Bad things are happening but good things will come around.

Well It’s all in my head I think I’m going insane.

Well it’s all in my head who put these thoughts in my brain?

* I do not own the rights to the instrumentals, they are just to compliment the lyrics *

Here I Am