It’s all fun and games till you say some names
I’m deranged, and I end up going a bit insane
Cause my brain and my cranium burst up in pain
A sucker for fame, till I get it, I’ll stay the same.
And continue onwards with my silly antics
With head down plotting like a praying mantis
It’s obvious none of ya’ll would understand this
So I move up ahead with my Milli-Rants, rancid.
A world of hurt waiting to crush my last days
So I wash my hands and carry on unphased
Get bruises and cuts and walk home bandaged
Go to sleep and wake up even more damaged.
Sounds unbelievable but damn its true
Reaper kept calling, and I put him on mute
Everything’s a tragedy, my beautiful blues
Wanna come at par? Go ahead and choose.
A rhythm so flawless that they can’t compare
I scare them off like their worst nightmare
My eyes are hollow; come upstage and stare
Might die tomorrow; fate’s up in the air.
By: Arman Yusuf
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