another rough mix got a heavy handed touch of winter madness feeling lowdown, sunken like Atlantis need me a Stargate, my mind-frame aint taking me no place I want to be my brain got a chemical glitch that makes me wish I didn't exist from time to time my mind gets sick but I'm figuring it out man I'm dealing with it I aint even entertaining the notion, just describing the view from this low in the ocean it's hard to see the plankton for the trees when you all up in the teeth of the beast flossing alcohol free going on year three but my demons got mouths to feed they got new moves used to beat 'em down with the booze, still learning how to use my new tools won't you lend your lungs to me, I could use a melody blue is the surface, darker are the depths reporting from the floor till I'm running out of breath I'm sinking down, I'm getting low feeling alright, it come and go pacing around my kitchen, breaking down like fission pull up the game plan and reevaluate the mission I get nuclear when I meltdown, forget to breathe deep and countdown it aint effective, need a new method a proportioned response to the challenges presented sometimes I get too upset, can't elevate above the noise-floor in my head waves of static screaming, I'm pile steaming over the pettiest of reasons I'm keeping on the light side of the force but deep seated issues got a tight grip on my Swartz I'll be alright man, I aint quitting I just need to stare at this wall a minute convert the tense to present, unwrap each second no returns on what the moment is presenting can't all be tinsel and bows chunks of coal aint nothing but fuel for the fire yo they say it's darkest before the dawn from my window aint no shadows on the lawn I'm sinking down, I'm getting low feeling alright it come and go
