Despression is submission, into a recession,
from good times, it blocks out all of your visions,
and as you sit there blankly hoping and wishing,
you could be happy but you're split like division,
Premonitions of the future explode like nuclear fision,
and you're stuck in the middle so why keep on fishing?
Why do we put up with all of this bitching?
And take all this shit that this world keeps on dishing?
I cant take it! All the good times that im missing,
and just to get ahead all this ass i kissing.
Motivation? HA! im stuck in a basement,
and i can't get on top, its time i keep wasting.
There isn't elation, just hesitation,
nobody know me just the front i keep faking!
I need my brain to change, im running out of patients,
and i need my genetic make-up to take a different formation.