Somewhere between a life foretold and a life predestined
Paper burning, smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning, smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning, smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning (one more bar)
Paper burning (one more bar)

Paper burning, smoke rising in the air, never-ending
Mind-freeing thoughts churning in my head, daydreaming
Ink dripping from the pen dancing on the page in familiar ways
Poured my heart out in these lines
Not so hard to see through the lies now
A life full of contradictions, an asthmatic condition
A chronic addiction now fanatic musician
I reminisce about the past
Do we all feel like outcasts to our own kind
A lone mind won’t mind to be alone, right
Feel the edge closing, waves crashing, slowly sinking
Drowning in my own fears and failures
Regret my lone passive behaviors
The fallacies of my fantasies are sweet melodies
Like remedies to my sorrows and anxieties
Tomorrow no sobrieties
Wanna borrow new memories, never show my insecurities
Leave em down below in the obscurity, close the cellar door for eternity
Bestow upon society a mere shadow of my identity
Finally fit the mold, never felt so cold
Why seek to conform if we’re all unique

Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll be comatose
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast
One more bar and it’s a suicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll raise a toast
Confined, in a bind out on the coast

Yeah only 22 but I’m already tired
I hit a line or two so I’m already wired
Puddle into a pool, dive in like a fool
Follow me if you choose but the water ain’t fine
Head under surface to hide from prying eyes
Demons larger than life, terrify in size
Dwelling at the bottom, prophecies of autumn
Aging alcohol turns to cyanide
I fucked up a lot of things
Do it over, change just about everything, but nope
Only get one shot and one chance to jot it all before the bell rings
Never knowing what tomorrow brings
We march forth forgotten kings
With burnt wings and broken homes
My pen sings in broken hopes
That our curse may be lifted, Atlas gifted a pause
A mystic once told me it’s all scripted
And since then, well I believed it
Deterministic perspectives, lack of interests and objectives
No incentive to invest myself if it’s all predestined
My cynicism is immense, a sinister sinner’s fate
In a sense I evade my self-hatred hiding behind nihilistic intents
I know my sentiments are dense, a mess of loose ends
It’s just a fucking mess of loose ends

You know when you get to that state where like,
People take care of you
You’re so far gone that you can’t even take care of yourself
Sort of the definition of dependency

Paper burning smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning smoke rising in the air (one more bar)
Paper burning (one more bar)
Paper burning (please one more bar)

Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll be comatose
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast
One more bar and it’s a suicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll raise a toast
Confined, in a bind out on the coast

Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll be comatose
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast
One more bar and it’s a suicide
One more bar and it’s a suicide
One more bar (one more bar)
Yeah one more bar (one more bar)