false prophets

I lost my mind ʼbout the same time I turned nine

Oh no, everything's not fine I find

I would rather not fight fire with smoke

Regret I even spoke

Spoke my mind one to many times tired of counting

A coward at heart courage in my cup cuts like paper once it's done

Then I am left hung over

These signs don’t change

I sigh not pray

I'm praying in my way through a hole

And,the deeper I go

These times are strange

False prophets pray

On my mistakes I think I'm long gone

Long gone, yeah

Remember before I could think

Think for myself

I’s at the brink of defeat

Bowing, I shrink at your feet

Shiver, the sheer rhetoric I read through quiver of teeth

Kill me I'd rather be sleep

Kin is so different from me

Black sheep I've been back packing through a pack of mountains

From the West to the Middle of East

Can I be you? if I wish on a shooting star

Can I hop out my skin for a second?

ʼCause I reckon it would be better to be in yours

You got everything that I've wanted

You flaunt it the crib and the bitches, a foreign car

I’m just foreign to all the above

Foreign to cities I love

I ain’t had a home I hardly can handle a bunk

These signs don’t change

I sigh not pray

I'm praying in my way through a hole

And the deeper I go

These times are strange

False prophets pray

On my mistakes I think I'm long gone

Long gone, yeah