[Verse] Slowly dyin' inside with everything I see Feel like the Grinch or a nun, everything is beneath me I go insane with these hoes who play beneath the sheets My mind's a prison with bars that resemble beats [Pre-Chorus] With the flick of a pen, I go off and pen shit I'm insane with this, for the pen, I'll do penance As a kid, I just knew, now I'm in my penmanship As a man, I know all I do now is pen shit [Chorus] These times are insane with what I see, but it's perfect I'd rather be in a plane than be on Earth, I can't stand it This shit is a circus, it's full of clowns, it can't be it I feel like everything is beneath me These times are insane with what I see, but it's perfect I'd rather be in a plane than be on Earth, I can't stand it This shit is a circus, it's full of clowns, it can't be it I feel like everything is beneath me [Verse 2] City lights flicker while my patience is thinning Paper planes fold up all the words that I'm spinning Everyone's smiling but the venom is grinning I count losses like blessings and the ledger keeps winning Late nights in the lab with a notebook of sins Practicing confessions where the ink never ends Friends turn to ghosts when the profit descends I build castles of thought on the backs of my friends [Pre-Chorus] With the flick of a pen, I go off and pen shit I'm insane with this, for the pen, I'll do penance As a kid, I just knew, now I'm in my penmanship As a man, I know all I do now is pen shit [Chorus] These times are insane with what I see, but it's perfect I'd rather be in a plane than be on Earth, I can't stand it This shit is a circus, it's full of clowns, it can't be it I feel like everything is beneath me These times are insane with what I see, but it's perfect I'd rather be in a plane than be on Earth, I can't stand it This shit is a circus, it's full of clowns, it can't be it I feel like everything is beneath me [Bridge] Count the ticks on the clock while the thunder is chasing Looking down from the clouds while the ground is erasing All the voices that preach like they know what I'm facing I'm a writer of wounds and the ink is my casing Takeoff into silence where the static is softer Altitude heals where the chaos feels smaller Hope is a skyline and my heart is the coffer I trade weight for the wings and the hours get gruffer [Verse 3] Mirror shows a stranger with familiar regrets Collecting broken verses like overdue checks They applaud my collapse but they never collect All the nights I rehearsed just to dodge the defects I hustle in margins where the daylight won't touch Every promise a number and the numbers never clutch I speak in fine print but my conscience is blunt I built prisons of rhythm and I never confront [Pre-Chorus] With the flick of a pen, I go off and pen shit I'm insane with this, for the pen, I'll do penance As a kid, I just knew, now I'm in my penmanship As a man, I know all I do now is pen shit [Chorus] These times are insane with what I see, but it's perfect I'd rather be in a plane than be on Earth, I can't stand it This shit is a circus, it's full of clowns, it can't be it I feel like everything is beneath me These times are insane with what I see, but it's perfect I'd rather be in a plane than be on Earth, I can't stand it This shit is a circus, it's full of clowns, it can't be it I feel like everything is beneath me [Outro] So I write to escape and I write to remember Ink maps my exit when the nights turn to embers If the world keeps on spinning I'm aiming for center Pen steady, heart heavy, wings ready to enter
