Sociopathic tendencies
I'm counting up on my enemies
Each nerve does serve
Feelings of uncertainties
My brain, my pain
Each day it does rain
I have tried to reach the Sun
But all I've done, is in vain
Each day, each way
Of saying "I'm okay"
And oh soon I will become
My own's stomach prey
Hold up, I won't stop
All my negatives I will swap
And some day, I know
My soul will get, to the top
