Deluded v5

[produced by Mike Sapone] [recorded at Sonic Ranch (TX), Dark Horse Recording (TN), Dreamland Recording (NY), Sapone Productions (NY), and Black Site Studio (NY)] [hyper-modern production with clear vocals, no autotune, Dolby Atmos mix, high-fidelity, high-definition audio and wide stereo] [Intro] Why the fuck am I so stupid? Why can't I just accept and give up? Lay down and die like a good freak— No one cares what I say or make. [Verse 1] I'm so fucking done with this chore, The corporate grind rots me to my core. It bleeds me dry and leaves me sore, I'd sell my soul just to walk out the door. [Hook] It seems I’m goddamn deluded— That’s the verdict the world concluded. [Chorus 1] Spent my life on the outside, excluded, Hoping someday I’d feel included. To ever think I wouldn’t be secluded, I was so fucking stupid, deluded. [Verse 2] My mind's a maze of layered sound, A rebel heart, unbound, profound. I thought I’d rise above the ground— But this world loves to tear you down. [Verse 3] No one gives a shit about what I make, Every cheer feels hollow, fucking fake. I’m breaking down, how much can I take? Dreams of freedom make my heart ache. [Hook] It seems I’m goddamn deluded— That’s the verdict the world concluded. [Chorus 1] Spent my life on the outside, excluded, Hoping someday I’d feel included. To ever think I wouldn’t be secluded, I was so fucking stupid, deluded. [Verse 4] I’m fucking delusional—need a psych, To think that I could live a life I like. I’m no prophet or saint, not Christ-like, Just trying not to end up on a pike. [Verse 5] But fuck it, I know the bitter truth— The system thrives on wasted youth. I scream for freedom, claw and fight, But this cage is strong, locked up tight. [Hook] It seems I’m goddamn deluded— That’s the verdict the world concluded. [Chorus 2] Spent my creative life being excluded, Telling truths the world has eluded. To ever think life wouldn’t be intruded— I was so fucking stupid, deluded. [Bridge] Why do I bother to bleed for this? Every line leads to more emptiness. Are you a fan, or just a fucking fake? Guess my ghost will know at the wake. [Outro] I don’t believe I’m all of that, But I know I’m more than a “phat cat.” You spat in my face, called me a brat, Well, fuck your world—I’m done with that. [Stinger] Let’s talk, you and I—just a chat. I’m fucking done with all of that.