Skipped Out
[Verse 1]:
Skipped out, early, from the
Plan that makes the pearly enamel of the enemy pull up
In bandages unseen
We healing on the fly
And all the flyest doing damages
Somehow we all manage
And we came up from the unclean
Stretching out the bandwidth
Every other vantage, for the umpteenth
Tugging on melodies I’m humming, thumbs drumming
Often times the outcome
Wasn’t what you thought, but still it’s something
By now I’m on a tangent of what the thought’s bеcoming
By now I’m painting canvas, and the colors all running, bet the codе would call me cunning, hover over me like sun
Or fertile soil on seeds I’m sowing, wasn’t even step 1, was it?
Plus it’s Even less of me left to need to question, cognition too heavily invested
It’s the Booth who gets the best of me, and proof would often pester me, that truth it seems, too heavily infested
So it says to me
I crystallize a world from all the pieces recollected
Leave and reconvene with my body based on the message
Prolly match your efforts to a yield that’s exponentially
Effortless and high up where they all think that the heavens be
The second that you step to me, I’m guessing
A garden so preferred to delicatessen
Or hell in the heaven
I fell and I bounce back
Tellin em, tearing, I’m out wide
Wade with the bounce pass, huh
I’m heard in passing
Now he need an ounce (of)
Whatever that was my beloved
I brush it off tell him it was nothin
I love it when they think that I’ve become what I’m becoming
I love it when they think that I be up I’m up to something
[Verse 2]:
Expression make a message, then a lesson
A breath of fresh questions, select the best method
I withheld the best suggestions when they wasn’t tryna listen
I don’t fight for held attention, my emotions all in resin
Like the scarab, the held confession
I tie my hair up, I tell the tension
That I’m aware of, the felt dimension
I grip the amber, slit the blessings, let reflection be thy medicine
You bet I face the sentiment
I left it sting, don’t let it win
I left in pieces separate, then made myself
In stained glass, and I left, some shards on the shelf
Like blades flashed, here contained, if I do say so myself
My tell is often in plain sight, and if we fight
It’s gon’ be for all time
Or until the chips fall, and it ain’t nothing slight
Been taking on the light, feeling like the sun
Shining through my sight, lifting up my lungs, to highest height
Make ‘em small, mimic when the breath gone
Til then I’m alive, ‘til then life long, When the life’s gone
All of what’s avoided is prolonged, Leave the lights on
Let the candle flicker til the sight of dawn
Let me paint a picture with the bygones
And the right wrongs and the wrong rights, the ink glide on
[Outro - Sample]:
They know something is wrong, but they don't know what, or why.  And they search eagerly for physical reasons to explain why they feel the way they do

"Right now, I have trouble with my stomach.  Which may be caused by nerves."

"Do you ever feel discouraged?"

"Yes I do.  I have crying spells, which I cannot control; I have trouble with my stomach which I believe is caused by nerves... And now when I came here, I didn't know exactly what was wrong.  They passed me to medical, medical... all the medical was okay in every degree... and, uh... well, I mean, they left me in the empty because I was under the impression, well, maybe they think that I'm making up the story or listening to myself... but I'm not that kind of a person."