Lyrics:

[Hook]
Can you hear me?
Is someone there?
Am I losin' my mind? [x2]
Am I all alone?
Won't you rescue me?
Talkin' to myself
Starin' out

[Verse 1:
Yo
I scribble death letters to myself everyday
Sitting here, locked away, gone astray, with my disarray
Mind torn apart by the box that’s in front of me
Tryin' to erase all the pain that's become of me
I’m perceived as conceited
I'm reachin' and screamin' at the top of my lungs (Why?)
In need of a miracle, a spiritual calm to come
See through the walls and delete the pitch black
That you hear in these songs
You might call it a blessing, you might call it depression
You might call it a sick game of Smith & Wesson's
Mind torn apart and the fans wanna summon me
Live on the stage, with their hands right in front of me
I just spit, then I exit with a cigarette
Life full of death, but it still hasn't killed me yet
Knife to my chest, but it's still no feelin' left
Like me or not, I'mma still keep gettin' checks

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
They associate my name with my face, with my raps
With my hat, with my clothes, with my tastes
It's a shame that you hate, wanna burn my body at the stake
I think you'll find that deep inside the mirror is a [mystic?] fate
Mouth stitched shut, brains trapped in a dark daze
Suicidal thoughts played, homicidal thoughts rage
Crawlin' in a dark maze, clawin' out my heart, crazed
Starin' at the walls up in this coffin in an unmarked grave
I press on like a zombie in this rap game
Prayin' for a miracle to save me from this black rain
Act strange, cause I feel strange
Punching through the walls in my crib, just to see if I can feel pain
But only nothing, isn't numbness [stack?]
I got a feeling that it’s part of why my lungs are black
Ribs collapsed and I’m drowning in my sin perhaps
I put the rope around my neck, and then I drip the black

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
I'm goin' outta my mind, yeah [x3]
I think I'm losin' my mind up in this motherfucker
I'm goin' outta my mind, yeah [x3]
I think I'm losin' my mind up in this motherfucker

[Interlude]
Don't fuckin' look at me like I'm crazy, I'm not crazy...
Y'all made me fucked up
Yeah, listen, listen
The world made me this way
So y'all just gon' have to deal with it
Don't fuckin' look at me crazy
Fuck that...

[Hook]

[Interlude 2:]
What fascinations there are on this planet
Strange mortals with curious customs
We'll have a storm now, and and earthquake if you'd like
You must stand aside, out of danger