Verse 1: I’ve been checking on this denim, like checking on this venom That’s green inside my pocket- when I got it I can spend it When I got it, it’s tremendous, but when I don’t I panic I just panic…I just panic…til’ I think I’m gonna vanish Til’ now I can’t stand it, so, now I’m not standing And I’m down on the ground trying to get some understanding Try to get this Xanax and get some understanding But it’s circles in my mind though, like a different time zone Fast like an autobahn, but I ain’t got no brakes on How much can I take on? But wait- what if I get lost? No money and no clothing frozen in the open with the toes off Cause of frostbite- homeless and jobless cause my mind won’t act right But why wouldn’t I panic? Like I’m headin’ for a flat line, wishing I could stop time Fast like an autobahn with no stop signs Cause its green lights all day, worry in the backseat Fast like an autobahn, fast like an autobahn…with no brakes on Cause I’m anxious and my mind is…. Chorus: Fast like an autobahn, fast like an autobahn—what can I take on? Hey, hey, it’s fast like an autobahn—like spinning my wheels, spinning in circles, round and round Going fast like an autobahn, fast like an autobahn—what can I take on? Hey, hey, it’s fast like an autobahn, fast like an autobahn, with no brakes on Cause I’m anxious Verse 2: Thoughts be like NASCAR, never getting that far two feet in the same place, going at the same pace, but enter into this space And I see you watching and I’m watching while you’re watching I ain’t got no other options When you’re talking it’s a problem cause, all I hear is problems In my mind trying to solve em’, spinning door just resolvin’ Just spinning never stopping and I want to find a closet, but these questions keep on poppin’ like… What do I say? What do I not? Am I okay? Am I not? Am I liked? Am I not? Is this right? Should I stop? Feels like I’m writing a story with myself as the main plot But man this is backwards I’m nothing but an actor Fear is my factor approval is my master, fear is my factor approval is my master I think I need a pastor, or maybe another Xanax and find a secret annex And be like Anne Frank and hide away from myself… Cause I’m anxious, and my mind is Chorus Verse 3: Spinning in a circle, but when it comes full circle I find myself in the middle and it’s a common riddle That I need more calm for these sweaty palms And less hurry for my worry then surely my anxiety would scurry Keep pulling myself up by the bootstraps But these straps lack the power that is needed to fix my conceited heart That keeps putting me in the center of the circle that I keep spinning around Until this paradox explodes the box…YEAH! It’s fast like an E-brake, gas like an empty tank, rich with an empty bank, broke with a full safe Circle with a full space, but me in the outer space The pulse starts to slow, it ain’t fast like a….you kno

This stubborn darkness, marks this- blood in the water- I swim with the shark fins Why won’t you leave me be? Wish I could leave this sea of emotions that I float in that give me this anxiety… Hey- why you cast your shadow when the sun’s still out- I don’t buy that seasonal affective disorder I’m sorry. Cause that would mean that all I need is 70 degrees and a spring day in May to be okay- hardly. You must not know the veil that covers the eyes so that when you see heaven- you really see hell Maybe you don’t see that well- this stubborn darkness This stubborn darkness- you tell me that hope is only seen. And I believe you, I need to, cause, all I see is me Just a man in the mirror, I’m just a main in the mirror, til’ now I can’t stand looking at this man in the mirror. I think I need to pursue happiness- and that’s it? But when you say pursue happiness? Guilt trip. Cause I [tried] my happy way to live- it’s love, live, laugh I did it and still don’t know what happiness is, except something I’ve never had This stubborn darkness is heartless, no heart left, my heart ain’t right, my heart feels dead Nah, my heart’s okay- it’s just them chemicals in my head that show me I don’t know the right way- well okay I still feel like [there’s] no one understands me- I tell you how I feel and I’m right cause you don’t understand me I might take flight from the earth that I’m standing Medication gave me gravity, [but] never game me everlasting This is the prison that I live in: caged bird with wings clipped This is my lot…make it stop…make it stop…yeeeeeeeeahhh make it stop! This stubborn darkness marks this heart that is heartless The hardest part is that I am part of this problem And them white coats don’t tell me that! And I believe them, but deep down, I don’t believe them Step into my inner dialogue…. Explicit content won’t do this justice when my mind’s involved Nah, it’s not my mind, it comes from another organ that donates these lines Of hatred, anger, and rage that fill a blank canvas- I can’t stand this It’s like a need a new page, a new loose leaf, a new belief, a new me… Hey- then this question occurs to me, as I light this cigarette that burns for me What if there was a Light that would burn in me? Cause if the darkness saw that Light, it would turn from me It would turn and flee and pain would be a temporary concern And I would learn to see that maybe life is not about me And the darkness would fade to black…

Intro: No gravity cause the fall ain’t real This height don’t seem high from the top of the sky Death don’t seem real, okay, I know it’s real But if you know what I know then you[’d] know how I feel Verse 1: Bottom to the top propped 10,000 ft. up Got stopped now I’m propped in my spot with my feet up Got locked like a cop, dropped, then handcuffed Put my dreams in prison now I’m living with my hands up Flying without dying, like flying without trying Like sirens aren’t complying and even death is lying I’m finding in my mind that the mountain I have climbed And if I’m sitting up this high, I can pivot to the side Don’t try to override, come inside, coincide Seems like suicide, but if I jump I could fly But if I jump I could die- but if I jump I could fly no need to change my mind Verse 2: Lying on the ground with my face on the pavement Face on the ground while I face this containment Face of the proud: basis of my arraignment Guilty is the cry, but I’m crying not forsaken! Feels like I could die 6 ft. deep in the basement They say don’t ask why while I wait at this station and my soul cries….. Refrain: Like, let freedom ring…like what if I point the ring finger at me? The type of dream that tragedy brings, the type of dream that gravity brings Like the only nightmare is being unaware that even gravity is meant to point us higher….

Why should I fake it? Like when I walk into a room and every eye says that you are the center and yet I want this stage and at times I don’t I’m complicated. My mind moves fast like an autobahn- I’m just saying. Or like when I try to be liked→ I know that I talk about myself a lot. I’m constantly comparing myself to yourself and this is bad for my mental health at least that’s what my doctor tells me- Maybe he’s right- but Prozac hasn’t yet fixed my life! This stubborn darkness still turns light into night and these emotions go up and down like sound. Who knew I could crave silence so much and at the same time say so loud that I’m not alright? And you should know, that when the music is loud, consequences don’t exist like gravity don’t exist and I’m floating in the midst of this high, but why should I fake it, why should I try? Because it’s like I exist in this matter and you tell me that it’s mind over matter and I’m like, “Is that really what is the matter?” Like all I hear is what I am, but I’m sorry Mr. Psychology I have to ask why? I know that you’re a smart guy and these chemicals won’t provide what I need to get by, but honestly I’m not yet satisfied. And please don’t put me in an anti-medicine box- maybe I need my medication, but what I need more is an explanation for why this stubborn darkness won’t leave, why my mind moves at fast speeds, and why I can’t perceive that I’m wrong, and I blame shift. It’s like I’m living the same song- can we hit pause, can we hit replay and talk about how I became this way? Did I inherit bad genetics? Born into a rough family? Are my parents to blame because they didn’t understand me? Are my words harsh and sharp cause of this bully named Mark who used to make fun of me? Will I forever be marred by these wounds and scars? Will I call my past Webster? A book that defines and at the same time binds me to this prison I’m living in. What’s the prescription? Is the problem all around me? The people that surround me? Or could I be a portion of this disaster? Let’s get to the heart of the matter…yeah

Verse 1: I’m cold as a stone, but stone cold is the night Like if I’m at home, it’d be nice, and if you’re alone, it’s alright Lonely road with no clothes, broken nose from the blows Empty pocket, empty wallet, got no solace, broken soul Passerby, pass em’ by…A bystander standing by Get a “hi”, maybe a “bye”à but you ain’t getting’ none of my time! Got no minutes or the digits, no need for explicit visits… Probably hooked on something cooked in a cauldron…man that’s all wrong hold on He’s dying and crying, he’s lying with lions Bleeding from his head, he’s almost dead, no signs of the sirens… And me? I’m fairing fairly nice, got my stare at Fahrenheit 32 below, close to zero, but sorry can’t be the hero bro, no! Let me go, I need to go, I want to go across the road The prose of my heart is closed in the dark I grope for the start, but approach off the mark and the end’s not where I wanna be Cause I ain’t got eyes to see….cause all I see is me Chorus: With Your hands, play Your song Use my life I’m Your instrument Tune my heart to sing Your song Use my life I’m Your instrument Verse 2: Can you let me enter in? Closed door locked from sin Closed door locked within, open mind too closed Locksmith come and pop it in New heart, new mind, new eyes, new tithes Not the 10%, but the Infinite hand of mercy for the dirty and I’m dirty, so now let’s go in! Knowin’ I’m broken yet clothed in righteous clothing Cloaked and soaked in His atonement Knowin’ I got sin, yet growin’ in the knowledge of Him, now enrolled in the college of Him Leave the complacent in the basement when I’m faced with the face on the pavement- compassion Just try to reach grasp- the same God who made our feet and abs Put on hands to reach and grab, put on feet to walk the path Didn’t compete- just sat in last. How we treat? Just sat and laughed How He’d grieve the path we had! How He’d see our aftermath And go and meet us after that? Died to make our peace with Dad. Died for peace in the streets we have Lord, I don’t see! Help me ask. Need compassion? Jesus has! True compassion, Jesus has! Lord help me to be compassionate! Please…. Chorus x 2