Sleep in, call out.nWe go to class but not to pass.nWake up to make up lines that etch their words to every seam.nYou see, the thing your missing is...nnIm so strung out, I'm so god damn addicted, that I panic to get these words out.nnSwing the mic around, you'll feel me in the crowd.nOh, my God, let's make a point to tear this place down.nYou can't help, we can't help, we can't help but get caught up in this madhouse.nnI've stayed up half a year to compose every breath and every line.nI'm just killing time to tell a story of...nsleeping rare nights, moonlit street fights.nLocked in my bedroom with prescriptions to musicians that no doctor recommends.nnI'll die before I try to live a life that's the slightest bit different.