Wherestoday - Spears (feat. Hybrid Soul)

I... don't know what's going on with me...
Can anyone offer a helping hand,
Or am I really alone?
I... feel like I'm dragging you with me;
You struggle your way out of the quicksand,
But I sink in like a stone...
Is it too much to ask for your time?
Sorry that it's your mind I begrime.
Okay! Here we go!
And alas, feeling so done
Will pin you oh-so down;
Who's gonna help me get above the ground?
And at last, fail and you're gone
While I'm about to drown;
Who's gonna help me get up off the ground?
Why... why don't you run with the hunted?
Do you really look down on the wounded?
Look who's rotten to the bone.
Impaled on the field, what a sight to behold
Afar from your kingdom of gold,
But we're bringing the fire,
So enjoy your paper throne.
You trivialize our change of clime;
No this ain't just a pastime,
But sorry that it's your mind I had to begrime.
Here we go again!
And alas, feeling so done
Will pin you oh-so down;
Who's gonna help me get above the ground?
And at last, fail and you're gone
While I'm about to drown;
Who's gonna help me get up off the ground?
It's so damn hard to get windy sails, my days are all grayscale,
Sickly synapses flee scot free while my sense of self's health pays bail!
They tell me don't overthink, but that's harder than they think!
The tyrant up top who tinkered with my temples must think their shit don't stink!
Hippies preach the peace isn't pills but oats, yogurt and yoga;
That attitude's all well and good when your ennui ain't flowin' over!
But I guess should just drink in the morning dew and chew on the rising sun...
...Psyche! That's easier said than done when the good run's no longer fun!
Every day I wake up just to lie right back down.
Bed feelin' like a casket for this dusty dude in a clown crown;
I'd stop and smell the roses but they're dead! (Blargh!)
Well stuffed, snuffed and steadily bled red by the wealth of well-fed feds!
How the hell do I motivate when facing hate to shift my fate into a worthy one
When it's so much easier to embrace escape in the happiness of a warm gun?!
But I'll find a way and rise above it just like I've always managed to:
Give this plague the middle finger as I kick through the fog like kung fu!
(I'm... not doing so well...)
(Not doing so well...)
(Not doing well...)
(I'm... not doing so well...)
(I'm not doing well.)
(But you know what?)
(I'll fight on.)
(I'll forge ahead!)
(I'll keep pushing!)
(I'll fight on!)
(I will fight on!)
And alas, feeling so done,
Will pin you oh-so down;
Who's gonna help you get up off the ground?!
And at last, frail and foregone,
Well I'm about to drown!
I'll pull you with me deep down underground!

Written by:
Jordan Hall, Rose Hahn

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