Be clever, you're overthinking it, man Don't overthink it, don't overthink it Don't overthink it Yeah, yeah, I'm tryna paint the picture as I see it But these days I really don't believe it I fall asleep beside the sofa in the evening My heart heaving, panic, but I couldn't find the meaning I wonder if it's just my childhood I'm grieving Laying on that cold floor, staring at the ceiling I watch as the fan spins And as I lose, another man wins The cycle, that's of anything, my handprints oppress to my chest I guess I'm not content with nothing less My hands fall, obvious I'm blessed Ego weren't the death of enemy It was the death of me Should have listened up to when they speak 'cause they was telling me Badness is heavenly So let it be I recognize the pain inside the melody The smile that can set me free I see it, but I don't believe it Still don't have the words to paint the picture as I see it Really, it's a feeling that I feel with my eyes open Still, drinking in the presence of the ahh Didn't even have the words to spill Like it still, I have the skill to communicate the beauty that I still And the whole world is ripples in the middle distance And I feel it in an instant Soft cheeks to speak like infants There's purpose in my existence Observing my life on a circuit Time drift by till the tides resurface I found me and the gods are drawing curtains Full-body mirror, my demise is uncertain And perfect as he but is perfectly working Immersed in his grief, live a life of the mourner Laborious lifestyle, digging, unearth him Searching for people to please when he hurting Just wait for the miracle to happen My sense of humor couldn't cover up the sadness Thoughts extreme as the need for reaction of means are attracted Dreams that I spent every night reenacting Bleed in a past tense, I'm bleeding a fraction Heeding the signs that I seen when the path get Shaky, his ashes, they spread on a surface, in the urn, he was captive Turning it over, calmness in me said it hurts to be sober The soundness of mind as the spiritual quota Little me couldn't wait to be older The fears that I hold, gotta face 'em to know 'em I'ma carve another face on the totem, the pace of the palm where palms wide open It's my moment, my blood, my life, my emotions One God, one earth, one ocean And I found purpose when death was approaching Saw belief in the eyes I had seen as an omen I prayed at that gleam of atonement