Conor - Brink's Sake

Recuse, a simple word I use
To diffuse any sense of bias in proceedings
I lack feelings
Or at least awareness of such
Being in touch with reasoning
Can oddly make everything feel distant
A heart is not a piston
The mind is not a chip
But a brain can be a prison
If you get caught up in the Glyphs
A constant impulse to decipher
Anxiety is hyper
The more you pull
The more it holds
Losing grasps as it gets tighter
In verses Service nigh
Emergently feel wry
Concurrently rapping
Concerning me what's happening
Is that im fine
Convеrting passer by
Thrilling lullaby
Alcohol to lips
Anxiety grips
On Brinks Sake binds
Lifе’s a trip
Some like to plan out the road
Some like to watch as the plans just explode
And laugh at it
Everything
-Is truly paved in gold
Just matters conduct where a spark takes hold
A tad dramatic
But uh- I digress
No stress ain't care free
How do I divest
If my stocks all in me
Here I go again
Back to the point at hand
To be a better man
Know I do the best I can