adapted sleep

man, I feel like shit tonight
fear and questions I cannot fight
why am I the last to understand
if i'm really that type of man?

what is true and what is right
i just can't be alone to fight
cant change the way I am
the type that gives a damn?

i guess I cannot know
that i make the rules up as I go
i try to see me as I can
and the emotional race i ran

i’ve shown myself I just don’t care
i’m throwing punches in the air
i’m broken down and I can’t stand
wheres the man that I demand?

if I lie to relieve
i promise I’ll believe

just what I said was cold advice
my sticks align with my knives
discovered I could die in chains
of archeological growing pains

the moment I said it, opened my speech
bulldozed my life, no one to preach
i am just not thinking straight
can't explain my reality state

i'm losing me - trust me on this one
got a bad feeling - spirit is undone
there's no coefficient correlation,
on the way without hesitation

im falling from grace
please watch this space

tried talking me down
to a paradoxical sleep
as counsel to the crown
time never comes cheap

one more analytical review
and another ghost to follow
saying 'it’s only up to you'
damn hardest pill to swallow

one foot on a plane
in my observation tower
there’s never time to save
i'm paying by the hour

i learn to play the game
i learn to run the hustle
if I only had the brains
the courage or the muscle