K. Stone - Mess

Few could make it past, queue up the second and the last
Pray my records make it past all the sectors where I crashed
Mark the vectors that I dashed, I'm still in the cycle
All the progress that I made and I'm still in the spiral
Still in denial, about my convictions
And the trial o' all my, selfmade restrictions
It's hard to face the facts, to be faced with my acts
To go over my tracks and embrace what I lacks
Incase I retracts, I need to lay it on the tables
I doubt every decision that travels through my cables
Doubt every message even when it's my beliefs
And every person hearin' it just makes my doubt increase
It makes my mind decease, or at least long for it
Maybe that explains my every song and skit
A preemptive strike, against myself
On the tempting mic I've condensed myself

A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair
My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air
Confined to my promised square and I confess
I don't know how to get out this solid mess
A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair
My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air
Confined to my promised square and I confess
I don't know how to get out this solid mess

So underground people don't know the process
Don't know the cost yet, they only see the progress
At least I hope that I'm not stuck treading water
And that someone thinks I'm fucking spreading slaughter
With the way that i weave words and paint painful pictures
And everything that's written in my quaint faithful scriptures
Consecrate The Grave for this miraculous save
For placin' me here, free from the cave
Yet I'm still in this box, locked in the storm
Wishin' to wash away but it's my new norm
Let's take a walk on these dim blue streets
Where the bitter autumn breeze and internal truth meet
I increase my speed but what good is that
When you're just walkin' in circles, chained to the chat
Cuz I ain't more than a man despite all my hope
I just wish for a future at the end of my rope

A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair
My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air
Confined to my promised square and I confess
I don't know how to get out this solid mess
A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair
My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air
Confined to my promised square and I confess
I don't know how to get out this solid mess
A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair
My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air
Confined to my promised square and I confess
I don't know how to get out this solid mess
A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair
My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air
Confined to my promised square and I confess
I don't know how to get out this solid mess

Written by:
Alfons Berggren

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