Iceberg

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Rhymes murderous
Hurdling the haters 'cause they burden us
Burnin' all the cash 'cause I got too much
Give me girls and drugs
I covered all my bases, now let me get to the point
This is my home! Run it all! Claim charge, but there's a void
That I'm starin' in, when I'm bare and I'm barin' a barren soul
I buried all my bones and then burned 'em 'cause all my goals
Will get impaired when paramedics start pickin' at the skeletons
I hid away for the sake of being relevant
Now I'm enslaved: fornicated with embellishment
The belly of deception I'm enveloped in developed an identity of its own
I've gotta maintain it
Constantly confident
They call it comedy commonly
I've been conned now I'm confined
To this concept I've better come correct!
'Cause now the content is
Concrete, though I'm less complete
But if they ever knew the emptiness I could never compete

Sink or swim again and I've got nowhere else to go
I know I'll drown if I stay this course, but I can't seem to let go

Driven insane by this deranged enslavement
How did I get to the point of this cascade containment?
I suckled the sicle a little and now I'm just stuck in the middle
Driven by the brittle instrument inside my chest
Tried and tested methods to suppress depression
Still the pessimism is infectious I've been infested
On another guest list - the pressure's relentless I know that they'll investigate
Given the chance - at a glance I'm sure they know
I live into this lie, but I'm dying to let it go
Following the following of the fallen's a hollow win
Hollow when ejected from the masquerade I wallow in
I'm swallowing my sorrow to borrow tomorrow's ottoman
Resting on the certainty today is only temporary
Hoping that the next day's food and drink will make me merry
But I'm buried by reality - this livelihood as statuary

Sink or swim again and I've got nowhere else to go
I know I'll drown if I stay this course, but I can't seem to let go

That tough scaled snake skin is a misfit
As rough wails reveal: that's a miss fit
I'm so focused on following frontin' faces
But my focus is following a frontier of faceless
Fools focused on just following a front and when they face this
They can't focus and they'll fail at following through: miss hit
Strike! They can't see the ball
I see they're outfits are all
Too large or impossibly small
In life there's no such thing as one-size-fits-all
We still buy it in the hopes of mad attraction
But we're angered when all that's found are mad erections
Of tall tales that outfits to fit in will not fail
To impress
So we take a knee to make up who we wish to be 'cause
That's the kind of attention that we crave
Our focus is concave
But the vexing con of the convex
That attention is out of context
We're believing con texts

Sink or swim again and I've got nowhere else to go
I know I'll drown if I stay this course, but I can't seem to let go

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