Peasants, sheep.

I live in guilt
I’ll die in guilt
Try to be me, motherfucker
Tell me, how does it feel?
I live in guilt
I’ll die in guilt
Try to be me, motherfucker
Tell me, how does it feel?
I’m fed up with these fucking cunt pieces of shit
You try to keep up with my plans but can not commit
Try and maneuver with me, but die on your own
Cannot imitate me, I am one of my own
Cowards die slow when they’re begging for air
Watch you all fucking struggle while I’m claiming my chair
It’s clear to me now that you all fucking tried
Whoever saw your fucking passion now, they probably lied
Fuck
I live in guilt
I’ll die in guilt
Try to be me, motherfucker
Tell me, how does it feel?
I live in guilt
I’ll die in guilt
Try to be me, motherfucker
Tell me, how does it feel?
It’s young forever, baby
Hope you ain’t forget to think about me
In all that free time, tryna put your voice inside my speakers, baby
I ain’t been feeling too kind lately
Too many questions clouding up my mind lately
What you in it for?
You ain’t sayin' shit inside your metaphors
Close the door, retract your claws
Your heart oozing right through ya pores
Give me substance or give me nothing at all
In my absence I’ve been watchin' y’all fall, trip