Message Man

The loser hides behind

A mask of my disguise

And who I am today

Is worse than other times

You don't know what I've done

I'm wanted and on the run

I'm wanted and on the run

So I'm taking this moment to live in the future

Release me from the present

I'm obsessing, all these questions

Why I'm in denial

That they tried this suicidal session

Please use discretion when

You're messing with the message man

These lyrics aren't for everyone

Only few understand

You don't know my brain

The way you know my name

You don't know my heart

The way you know my face

You don't know what I've done

I'm wanted and on the run

I'm wanted and on the run

So I'm taking this moment to live in the future

Release me from the present

I'm obsessing, all these questions

Why I'm in denial

That they tried this suicidal session

Please use discretion when you're

Messing with the message man

These lyrics aren't for everyone

Only few understand

My people singing

My people singing

Hope you're dead 'cause

How could you sleep at a time like this?

People they rhyme like this, we're all impressed by this

They rip it, flip it but these are just triplets

Wrote this in three minutes, three words to a line

It's just poetry divided, I'm the kind of guy

Who takes every moment, he knows he confide it

And music to use it, for others to use it

You're dead cause how could you sleep at a time like this?

Life is up here but you comment below

And the comments will always become common motivation

To promote your show’s next episode

So your brain knows to keep going even though hope

Is far from this moment, but you and I know it

Gets better when morning finally rears its head

Together we're losers, remember the future

Remember that morning is when night is dead

Release me from the present

I'm obsessing, all these questions

Why I'm in denial

That they tried this suicidal session

Please use discretion when

You're messing with the message man

These lyrics aren't for everyone

Only few understand

Please use discretion when

You're messing with the message man

These lyrics aren't for everyone

Only few understand

My people singing

My people singing

My people singing