-Message Man-

No no no no no noYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

The loser hides behindA mask of my disguiseAnd who I am todayIs worse than other timesYou don't know what I've doneI'm wanted and on the runI'm wanted and on the runSo I'm taking this moment to live in the future

Release me from the presentI'm obsessing, all these questionsWhy I'm in denialThat they tried this suicidal sessionPlease use discretionWhen you're messing with the message manThese lyrics aren't for everyoneOnly few understand

No no no no no noYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

You don't know my brainThe way you know my nameYou don't know my heartThe way you know my faceYou don't know what I've doneI'm wanted and on the runI'm wanted and on the runSo I'm taking this moment to live in the future

Release me from the presentI'm obsessing, all these questionsWhy I'm in denialThat they tried this suicidal sessionPlease use discretionWhen you're messing with the message manThese lyrics aren't for everyoneOnly few understand

My people singingMy people singing

Hope you're dead 'cause how could you sleep at a time like this?People they rhyme like this, we're all impressed by thisThey rip it, flip it but these are just tripletsWrote this in three minutes, three words to a lineIt's just poetry divided, I'm the kind of guyWho takes every moment, he knows he can fight itAnd music to use it, for others to use itYou're dead 'cause how could you sleep at a time like this?

Life is up here but you comment belowWhen the comments will always become common motivationTo promote you choose next episodeSo your brain knows to keep going even though hopeIs far from this moment but you would not know itGets better when morning finally rears its headTogether we'll lose this, remember the futureRemember that morning is when night is dead

Release me from the presentI'm obsessing, all these questionsWhy I'm in denialThat they tried this suicidal sessionPlease use discretionWhen you're messing with the message manThese lyrics aren't for everyoneOnly few understand

Please use discretionWhen you're messing with the message manThese lyrics aren't for everyoneOnly few understand

My people singingMy people singingMy people singing