I really think I'm getting sick of it
But the writing is on the wall
It said "Boy, you ain't seen nothing yet"
When I thought I had seen it all
With every step I take
The ground crumbles behind me
Walking through the Melancholy and Anarchy
I'm waiting for my mind to break
Save me from this pain
Get me used to this place
Bless me with the blame
But dismiss this internal disgrace
Or my soul won't be the same
And the smile will fade from my face

--Jaivon Brown