This paper is my bible, this pen in my hand
I used to pray for my survival now I'm sketching my plans
And if it's safe to say my savior is this notebook, I level my stance

I'm sending twenty six letters with stamps
I understand you've have a better fate, forget it, get it, go and get your center straight
I'm getting straight with my demons, watch me demonstrate

I've never been afraid of having fears
I know this life can put a Slug in you like Atmosphere
But now I'm

Hiking home with a microphone
Trapped as a widower enlight my soul
At night alone

I would like to fight the fight's bite
But it's bitter when I write my poems
Born and raised awake

Poorly fade away
Snore the day away
Sorely lay awake

Nights I know
What a better way to betterment I better get a better fate or write my own
This is the answer key

Don't let it tear apart
Drumbeat up meet up with me
On an upbeat of my failing heart beat

But never let them tell you not to carry on
I've got one question all I need's an answer and I'm gone


This song is my scripture
It flows through my veins
With every single note's fluctuation holding me

My only escape
I'm painting
With my religion prophesized on a tape deck

My explanation for how and why this makes sense
Life goes by fast, break necks
Like we did as children

Change swept
Divorce came
Names kept

Another new neighbor came and went, you can take my clothes
But you will never break my bones
I focus, write it off, of my self perception

Handle a little bit of pain if I can just channel it into my self expression
Hate how we say goodbye, for the first time I had felt depression
I'm gonna spill my heart out

I'll go to hell confessing
Everything
The sidewalk has cracks I learned

That every one will tell a story like a raconteur
So if you chase me, try to capture my passion before it bursts
You can start your own fire, you don't have to burn


Burn this whole place down.


If I can start my own fire
I won't have to burn
Who says I can't take this whole place down?