Carbine C - Feeling Something Lyrics

Don't know what to go on about
Such a drought all throughout
Left without a peace of mind
Never feeling fine
I guess I'll throw complexity out of my fucking mind
No time but I continue this daily grind
Withering away in my so called home
Wondering where ill go
Lost a soul
Lost all hope
This is my last straw
Please someone call a draw
I swear I'm about to fall
Diseases then the fictional illness
I've been feeling this
Sort of way
I know its all been said
Blowing the back of my head
Start a new path from where I was lead
Always feeling dead
I was feeling dead
I always feel dead
Always feeling dead
Always feeling dead
Always feel dead
I was feeling dead
I'll stay in this afterlife hearse
Seems so played out so rehearsed
Aspirations anchored in algae
But i found my true will
Found my skill that brings a thrill
Sorry mom gotta be so trill
But my soul is nil
Coming to an end
It's so weary
It's eerie to know I'm dreary
My past life i held the scythe
Preparation sneaky knife
Got me staying up at night
No life left
My guess is not theft
But rather I've had past essences
Conclusion by subtle messages
Hinted images

Don't know what to go on about
Such a drought all throughout
Left without a peace of mind
Never feeling fine
I guess I'll throw complexity out of my fucking mind
No time but I continue this daily grind
Withering away in my so called home
Wondering where ill go
Lost a soul
Lost all hope
This is my last straw
Please someone call a draw
I swear I'm about to fall
Diseases then the fictional illness
I've been feeling this
Sort of way
I know its all been said
Blowing the back of my head
Start a new path from where I was lead
Always feeling dead
I was feeling dead
I always feel dead
Always feeling dead
Always feeling dead
Always feel dead
I was feeling dead
I'll stay in this afterlife hearse
Seems so played out so rehearsed
Aspirations anchored in algae
But i found my true will
Found my skill that brings a thrill
Sorry mom gotta be so trill
But my soul is nil
Coming to an end
It's so weary
It's eerie to know I'm dreary
My past life i held the scythe
Preparation sneaky knife
Got me staying up at night
No life left
My guess is not theft
But rather I've had past essences
Conclusion by subtle messages
Hinted images