Nothing's gonna change my world. (x4)nnI'm traveling this maze, nWith a javelin,nTaking aim at abdomens, nStumbling as I guilt trip nFrom pixie dust particles, nlaced with the American way of conformitynI lash out in defense of culture to stimulate dormancynBut i'll rest for a secondnAnd build on my mass collectionnAsk questions of worth, since birthnCompile images, styled by each lessonnCursed with illogical thinking in eyes of societynCrash parties of orthodox nWithout the ignorant inviting menThe path I'm destined to walk is wideningnBut narrow to the close-mindednHidden by brush and greenery, nI can't see, but my flows find itnBlinded as I step through this forest of activistsnDodging thorns of the normnDecoding life's puniest form disguises a pasifistnAfter this confrontation with this beast of regretnA tainted existence is the resort of taking a breathnSo i hold back and don't inhale, nTo see where life takes menElevate flesh to a level of stress 'cause i believe life hates me.nnNothing's gonna change my world. (x4)nnDon't stop in a sea of normlessnessnAnd abandoned crowds that stand around nAnd wait for their performancesnI wait in that coul de sac to see what Karma givesnCause what goes around, comes around,nHolds weight in a lake I'm born to swimnWill I drown due to the obesity of my thought process?nAs gravity pulls down to impede my self conquestnFilling my pockets with payments of nonsensenWhile the cover charge ??? play of my life is ????nAt times I stand on the edge of this cliff and forget rapnBefore I step across that threshold where ??? bends and splits atnI try to evade the barricades and downplay the mishapsnConvincing myself that the speech isn't related to the syntaxnMy emotional famine is at an all time heightnWhere I'm forced to raionalize between comfort and what's rightnBut when I write I'm comfortablenPen and compass is the agony nOf the turmoil dinged existence of the Shakespearian tragedynBut does this hero die due to his flaws?nOr will I float in pergatory state before I take the fallnSo for now I won't wait itnTrudgin through knee-high satannContemplating whether I should stay on this frequency or change the stationnCause now I'm tuned in to ruinnFalling flat on my abstractnToo intimidated to press on nBut not depressed enough to backtracknThe story too ??? to be laughed at, too surreal to be realisticnDangling between an individual and a statisticnWill I see the light at the end of the tunnelnOr has there been an avalanche that closes off the outletnSnuffing the option of if I'll have a chance to escape this fatenOr is it by choice I walk this road?nWhy did I get enclosed, continuing progress but feel frozennNothing's gonna change my world. (x4)