Tabloid from Remote EP by kBlair

Skip the cutscene going straight for the game play
I don't want to listen to what you have to say
How else is there for me to demonstrate
that I don't need your shit get the fuck out my space, huh
All of these people that I will not relate
Until we're wound up where we're meant to remain
Underneath the sediment is our final place
Accomplishments just embellishments, now I've seen both sides I don't exist
Took too many turns and I
missed the exit, but I cannot quit
It makes no sense
Who I am now, you'll see later
Gonna go outside a defuse the anger
Takin' off flight but not from a hanger
I'm the pilot who'd be dozing off, crash the plane or just get us lost
Tryna blow up but my fuse is spoiled,
probably 'cause I wasn't born royal
On the contrary I'm always loyal
Ready to expand but so confused
Seems to me like I'll always lose
Or at least just be lost forever
Never mind that if were together
Still I ask when will it end, the answers never
'cause for too long my brains been severed
Now there's too many things I can't remember
Flippin' from the months January to December
January to December
Seen it all fade out, now I want it back
Heard all the lies watched how they act
Now I really know that I'm not meant to relax
Always stressed, can't debate that fact
and it kills me everyday how I can't go back
Gotta move forward watch the world collapse
Breath it all in just relax
Fill up my lungs with the dust and ash
Feels like I'm 'bout to crack
Rather be getting high or smashed
My whole path is plagued with rats
and dysfunction, know questioning that I will never find my purpose
Or forever be stuck on the surface
Tryna make sense of the circus
No ringleaders just a bunch of fucking freak shows
Toss it back like a free throw
Down the hatch it goes, vessel for the drugs and chemicals
Wish I could figure out the cheat code
Get my mind back to where it's supposed to be, cold

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• dark
• hard
• sad
• spooky
• suicide
• trippy
• underground
• Massachusetts