u/mynameachef000

To sur5 yourself.

Are you on about him or me?

Dual meanin tells.

Will you answer what he's askin?

2 dividin 12.

Know ignorin us won't make you happy.

Let omission's sadness commence,
While I descend n bypass your intents,
You view my whole life in fragments,
Just to take those pieces outta context,
Built a narrative of nonsense.

Wait so have you forgot all those regrets?
Or just that we were your defence,
For every act displayin arrogance?
If we're the problem then tell us,
Why you're livin a life of loneliness?

Cause I'm constantly in distress,
Simple tasks turn to fuckin arguments,
You're always thinkin you know best,
Makin your added value of 2 pence, Hyperinflated n worthless.

We didn't amass emotional debts,
That was all you livin reckless,
But go ahead n blame us...

Are you fuckin serious?

It's rude to interrupt...

Does it look like I give a fuck?
Only person I blame is myself,
Fully accountable for creatin my personal hell,
Psychological torture in one's self: you 5 n Cal,
Feelin a fraction of all this pain that I've felt,
Which doesn't mean you don't feel it aswell,
A fractured psyche holistically try'na help,
So explain to me why we just can't be rational?

Cause you always try to divide.

From this place I dwell.

Only a martyr in your mind.

Blamin no one else.

Still you're the one who remains blind.

To sur5 yourself.

This vanity of mine avoids the mirror,
Downplayin my self importance as a sinner,
Locked inside padded rooms wonderin if I'll ever,
Have the ability to be this abyssal saviour,
Or whether I'm drownin in it as an overachiever,
With some kinda righteous meta messiah,
Complex try'na make a difference to be better.

There you go again always writin "oh woe is me",
Your delusions of grandeur brought you here,
So now you'll listen to...

No, fuck you.

I'm done listenin, I'm done thinkin,
I'm done with everythin you're fuckin givin,
I'm not askin for sympathy in what I've written,
I'm analysin what kind of life I've been livin,
Alongside my self destructive intuition,
While runnin it through lyrical cynicism,
To hopefully understand n make a decision,
Whether or not I can be forgiven,
By myself n anyone who gives me permission,
Includin the 5 identities I've been dismissin.

Eternally on the battlefield fightin against me,
PTSD, BPD, DID, so many initialism diagnoses,
Accurately or falsely used to label my mentality,
Started questionin if a life at war is worth sur5in.

You've lived over 24 centuries n what for?
Critiquin today's society like you know it all?

I'm seekin further understandin to help people,
As this modern day way of livin is impassable,

That's rich comin from someone who indulges,
Submissive escapism obeyin chaotic impulses,

Only to break free of monotonous structures,
My religious ecstasy has so many purposes,

Like responsibility for consequences you avoid?
Or the meaningless necessities used to destroy?

Destruction becomes creativity hence I've joined,
My darkness so we're two sides of the same coin.

Started questionin if a life at war is worth sur5in,
Eternally on the battlefield fightin against me,
Apollo n Dionysus diagnosin with mythology,
Accurately or falsely used to label my mentality.

I'm on the front lines feudin with 5 other identities in my mind,

2 Greek Gods, Bunny, Lucifer, n this guy lookin back through these eyes,

They say I belong in an asylum when I've sur5ed all of them tryin to control,

My cognitive function for so long how could a psychiatric ward even hold,

One patient's admission if they'd be admittin me sixfold amounts of medication,

For myself in this hexagon with multiple thought processes n personalisation,

Needs without any rehabilitation we'd be out on the streets less than a week,

Confirmin what I knew all along we're already past help psychologically,

So to infinity n beyond with these substances sustainin this internal,

Paradoxical conundrum hell bent on pursuin faith outside external,

Recreational addiction from a cerebrum that brung metaphorical,

Biblical, n mythological analogies to combat my own fuckin down fall.

Accurately or falsely use labels for my mentality,
Started questionin if a life at war is worth sur5in,
Eternally on the battlefield fightin against me,
So many diagnoses I've become an anomaly.

Only company I've ever known is when I'm alone,
Remember my loved ones from their grave stone,
Built a throne crowned as hell's king can I atone,
For the quiet echoes of sinful wisdom untold?

Got a fortress of solitude but I'm no superman,

Doin more drugs to feel like an average person,

Self destruction at its finest supernova implosion,

Yet this cycle goes on endin with my resurrection,

Startin where I begun in line 1 faded into line 2,

Under the influence almost gone through a Q,

Feelin nothin like you cause I'm at high altitudes,

That's without drug abuse n you're in the chain of food,

For worms dudes would be below my boots even,

If I dug underneath them n still these naive men,

Write sneak disses thinkin that's gonna defeat an,

Immortal demon but I'm outta reach so you can't.

Only company I've ever known is when I'm alone,
Remember my loved ones from their grave stone,
Built a throne crowned as hell's king can I atone,
For the quiet echoes of sinful wisdom untold?

Left petty bitches bodied in the bars of Verse 1,

Murderous rhyme schemes with no conviction,

Can't be guilty if a crime's outta your jurisdiction,

I don't hate all humans love's reserved for some,

But honestly I'm done with this zombification,

World war Z is now a live streamed realisation,

Fixated by apps' physiological manipulation,

Seems we're condemned to social damnation,

I'll hop off my soap box n get on the television,

Maybe host talk shows but will people listen?

I'd sign with Netflix if I had a soul to give them,

Just kiddin I'll die before feedin this system.

Built a throne crowned as hell's king I can't atone,
For the quiet echoes of sinful wisdom I've told,
Remember my loved ones from their grave stone,
Only company I'll ever know is when I'm alone.

Album n the tracks' titles align,
To sur5 - or to die wrote last time,
To sur5 - embrace others this time,
But I divide myself from a live,
Stock life I'm outside the pen n mind.

I've observed your civilisation for over millennia,

The age of information has borne digital hysteria,

Control minds without telepathy just use social media,

Misinform their mainstreams n see how they start comformin to ya,

History won't repeat the man made time percieve it's linear,

Keep movin forward can't progress there's no cycles when revolt's sphere,

Has adhered to the carrot fuck a stick this society's complacent,

Replacin whips n chains with post validation enforcin ad personalisation,

So you'll buy that cage for the small fee of a monthly subscription,

To sell your data by acceptin their cookies like nana baked them.

To sur5 embrace others,
Why when they're not followers?
Stay blind n obey orders,
Time's lost my philosophers.

Surely there's still some like us, right? Centuries of revolutions now we're losin our will to fight?

Watched humankind my whole life, despite tryin inspire you through messages of inclusion I've,

Been alienised for producin unusual concepts, so as a youth I went n pursued the fire inside,

What did it do? Burn fuckin bright, I've met demise fourteen times but still alive that's why,

I'm immortal resurrected by executions killin the self of my titan contributions to shed some light,

With a Dionysian spark as I write, illuminatin this darkness loomin over our heads as limited time,

Ticks us by cause it's yours not mine, wanna serve it locked behind a mobuhl cell or go mobile,

N realise your full potential? This won't get live streamed on YouTube or even be televised,

So while I connect through a device know I'll enlighten the mind n soul with every rhyme,

Necessity's blind, until it becomes conscious, but freedom's consciousness is necessary insight.

Time's lost my philosophers,
Stay blind n obey orders,
Why when they're not followers?
To sur5 embrace others.

Twenty first century's greatest obsession,
Notice praise through screens but ignore connection,
Don't seek for what life means have no perception,
To be or not to be that is the question.

Got all this technology at our fingertips,

Still lackin the knowledge needed to think'a shit,

Like basic consciousness has been constipated,

Can't pass a bowel movement without Googlin it,

Truth is the future's for consumers usin computers not as a tool,

But to do what cognition's evolution gave humans who now refuse,

Intuition unless routers disconnect confused family livin rooms,

Blue light's solitary solitude doom scrollin past alarm bells you'll snooze.

Notice praise through screens but ignore connection,
Don't seek for what life means have no perception,
Twenty first century's greatest obsession,
To be or not to be that is the question.

Social norms are flawed by societal flaws of conform n ignore,

Mental wars arm your mind's missile launch to come for its core,

Tech's transformed cerebral cortex for semtex understand that sentence?

How about the ones before? No? Then I've surpassed your subpar past existence,

Hence my futuristic linguistics intrinsically connects the present tense in rhythmic speech,

An introverted extrovert that's inverted a verse to be this eccentric phonetic lyricist,

Murderin multiple rhyme schemes with syllables call it my conscious killin spree versus,

Artificial intellectuals cognitively lapsin what that means unless Gemini is answerin,

Go ask why you won't fuckin @ me I predict it replies "cause you're a bitch" so I'm writin,

Your obituary with two things: name of deceased, achievement bein a sheep.

To sur5 without you meant killin part of me,

Which a demon replaced reversin fourteen,

Descents in purgatory so now I'm inbetween,

Spiritualities immortality,

Costin my sanity cause death was plans A, B,

Through N when that failed I combined OP,

Lyrical metaphors alphabet strategies,

In Greek mythology n philosophy,

But won't ever hear Saint Peter speak,

My name from the list that he reads.

In your absence I embraced the ash of titans',
Writin cyphers just to decode my life's crisis,
A descendant who is faced with past daimones,
Sur5in hell's fires bestowed gifts by Dionysus.

To sur5 without you gave me a demonic guardian,

So I'm feelin immortal by all the wrong reasonin,

Gave up believin for faith of religious ecstasy in,

Becomin the chaotic deviant's mortal experience,

When your father's olympian you're bohemian,

Still subjected within constraints of bein human,

Greed, jealousy, mortality, n violence all rebellin,

Inside the mind just to be alive by one Dionysian,

Spark intertwinin my life used as a resurrection,

With habitual substances to divine intervention.

Sur5in hell's fires bestowed gifts by Dionysus,
In your absence I embraced the ash of titans',
Writin cyphers just to decode my life's crisis,
A descendant who is faced with past daimones.

Always there an inherent dual nature,
Portrayed by despair's codependent raver,
Dark days where incessant human behaviour,
Became my shared soul's unrepentant favour,
Once labelled demon now vigilant saviour,
Fallen daimones sent down from the Aether.

To sur5 without you includes me perishin too,

From titans who'd consume but nobody rescued,

My heart so it was never sewn in the thigh of Zeus,

Just reborn through tutor trial n error truths,

Choosin livin life over rule book's conformer tools,

Universal transcendence madness' rituals,

Structural incentives opposin his renewals,

Two half blood relatives fued behind these pupils,

Apollo n Dionysus are fuels,

To muse my human nature's duals.

It's always darkest before the sun rise,
But how many times will I sur5,
The long nights by goin outside my mind,
Just to find that I've lost track in mine.

Heavy is this head that's wearin the crown,

Been around for millennia never found,

Answers to these questions like why we drown,

Under pressures to hold our head down,

Starin at the dirt before we're underground,

Questionin these answers to what life is about,

On a 24 hour cycle watch, I mean psycho watch,

Cause I'm killin time so it stops wakin me up,

From dreamin of the cosmos n gettin lost,

Between stars interstellar exploration,

To kill time so I'm stoppin me from leavin the,

Universe countin seconds within a millennium.

It's always darkest after the sun rise,
But how many times can I sur5,
The long nights by goin inside my mind,
Just to find that I'm lost out of mine.

Hands up tick tock it's the annual celebration,

Time bomb wrist watch synaptical detonation,

Alarm bells kick start this ritual rumination,

From pure devastation in a room of isolation,

Like an explosive mental patient lackin patience,

To wait in this medical clinic one more minute,

My intrusive thoughts blow up outta proportion,

With such implosive self destruction they exhibit,

Enforcement it's like a supernova in comparison,

But second to none as it turns oh five hundred,

Dawn breaks startin this mournin misfortune,

N I chuckle cause laughter is the best medicine.

There's always darkness within the sun rise,
But what's done many times I sur5,
The long nights just to find I've lost my mind,
By goin inside n out of mine.

What gives life importance is its scarcity, the value of fleetin moments cause time is limited...
But you've gotta reinvent meanin, when bein immortal is just another thing to sur5.

Infinite time to get better,

Higher chance you'll regret a,

Life when it's lastin forever,

You're sat contemplatin disaster,

Act n think of consequence after,

But what does that matter,

It's a blip on your last year,

This year's passed fast here,

N the past years spent as Lucifer,

Offered beautiful truths of human nature,

Fakers, beraters, n traitors,

Are surroundin the real music creators.

Immortality ain't all it's made out to be,
Biologically rewires your brain's chemistry,
Psychologically a train wreck travesty,
The reality of bein immortal in dead society.

Kingdoms will come, revelries get thrown,

Loved ones are gone, centuries move on,

Memories remain until they're overwritten,

By neural pathways so you journal existin,

A million different stories romance, glory,

Everythin intricate, borin, conscious formin,

Recallin the century with memory of trauma,

But perspectively your identity's a former,

Disorder borderline personalities thinkin,

Laterally then over time it's seen by blinkin,

Missin your latter one hundred n fifty years,

Through rollin horizons in known hemispheres.

The reality of bein immortal in dead society,
Psychologically a train wreck travesty,
Biologically rewires your brain's chemistry,
Immortality ain't all it's made out to be.

Alright, C.A.K - To Sur5 here it goes, when you're on your own...
Nobody saves you sur5 on your own.

Nobody to save you but you learn to cope,

An execution flow cause my head's cut throat,

I ain't gonna be controlled by some hormone,

Or chemical imbalance I'll make my own,

Then rolled straight for the coke sparkin a cone,

Spirals supplyin dopamine hints of Sarah tone in-
Vertin colours from these rose tinted sun glasses,

Aviators hidin dark baggage inside the captain's,

Quarters flyin to stop savage mile high synapses,

Four thirds try'na micromanage while time passes...
On your own.

Somethin binds, hope or this rope,
Unseen fights, show you're a foe,
Between minds, dose high stay low,
Routine flights, no where to go.

On your own...
So frequent death race rallys grand prix which,

First to finish takes finales planned sequence,

A moment's handbrakes pulled you speed drift,

Donuts with each gear shift to clutch feelins,

Of remorse knowin that this steerin wheel is,

Completely false I'm drivin under the influence,
Actually no I drive over there outta fluent sense,

Cause for me to be D.U.I would mean havin a licence,

My pilot's got revoked by bein the son of Dionysus,

Too much religious ecstasy to be self conscious...
On your own.

Routine flights, no where to go,
Between minds, dose high stay low,
Unseen fights, show you're a foe,
Somethin binds, hope or this rope.

On your own.

Served me in 12 bars but didn't you have dinner all alone so that's a total of 13,

Both prideful sinners difference is you're usin wrath n envy to write divine comedy,

While mines biblical written as the original rebel who chose free will over false belief,

Now I represent everythin vulgar for this greedy humanity n hang it up for all to see,

Paintin lyrical pictures drawn with inverted ink from their slit jugular like halal meat,

Ironically you forgot Judas attended the last supper guess someone's feelin guilty,

What caused his betrayal? My demonic influence, a simple man's lust for gluttony,

Too comfortable with failure he's laconic so the ninth circle of hell is now your eternity,

Seven deadly sins Spiritual ay YOU commited giftin me his soul personally,

Replyin with a verse so short n ambiguous he commented the stretch was extensively,

Just try'na reach this bar but couldn't grasp it's way over his head that's now inbetween,

Two slices of bread Lucifer ends this like Gordon Ramsey by sayin you're an idiot sandwich.

He'll nullify any wannabes' claim to fame, he's your beloved host, director n producer...
Mynameachef, but tonight, you can call me Lucifer! Welcome to Hell's Kitchen.

Damn, that grandiose entrance nearly matches our contestants' delusions of grandeur,
Each has been cook.. I mean each HAS BEEN is cookin a personalised recipe for disaster,
Usin the same two ingredients, they've managed to combine identity with bars that're lackluster.

Let's meet our first competitor, now takin centre stage.. wait.. who are you again?
That's ironic for someone caged inside a fantasy, Ladies n Gentlemen,
It's Physical-Key! He's spent three whole years practicin martial arts,
Still doesn't put up his guard, sayin real men use their face to block,
But gets defensive, when askin for some constructive criticism,
Must've got brain damage, cause the punchin bag keeps hittin him,
Too hard, so he can't save face sparrin with an inanimate object,
In his back yard, n this guy wants to throw hands with God? I'll bet,
A million to one, he couldn't knock out a good wank never mind,
The divine bein, that's purely fictional alongside his blank over rhymed,
Paragraphed lines sayin fuck all like: "he's an infamous verbal,
Noun killer", but I'm the adjective for this sentence-in his funeral,
Even reddit knows he's delusional callin this guy's alt account True-Lie.

One's got smoked, over to contestant 2... ohh... that Egg's been fried thrice,
His replies are always punchlines cause he's the yolk from start to finish,
Surrounded by cum callin it cookin egg whites thinkin of me is his fetish,
So peace to this joker that's fuckin, pissin, n shittin bars outta facial cloaca.

Contestant number three, ready to face the music or will you go make a,
Nother sneak diss? Thought flippin my script you'd get an automatic win,
When you've bent over backwards to trace all those lines I've written,
Trapped behind bars constructin your prison, while I'm livin freely,
Circumferencin thoughts in his head missin the point... literally,
Dialectic is left decapitated spendin eternity outta the fryin pan,
Into the fire dissected by eatin himself alive like a cannibal's dyin man,
Only part in God's plan is me servin you damnation blockin out your holy sun,
With the sin atop of that watch list you're on Spiritual_AU priest number one.

Mynameachef horns crowned, halo halved, but you know that,
So as I prep this cautionary cognac, I'm try'na hold my demon back,
Whose apron's all black, seasoned with embers n ash from past,
Remnants of every salty beef he's peppered then left cracked,
Served fast by his forked tongue syllable wrath...

Finally, free at last!

Really think you're a match? Light candles, homonym, singin the same hymn,
Gloria in excelsis huntin grounds of prey ekklesia, this demon's callin,
It's cause n affect, pick up your fuckin homophone.
You'll be answerin.
Strikin once.
Sparkin the blast.
A blue flame, firey blaze.
Direct from my lyrical propane's...
Combustion!
Turnin every sneak diss these men use, the subject fuel I use in menus.

Back in your cage Lucifer, no! I'm the chef of dante's inferno,
You get to go insane when side dishes provoke us again, so,
For now just soak n marinade in that liquid petroleum,
Envision our stainless blade's precision, savourin the moment,

When we're carvin incisions...
Outta their cranium!

From cuts of rump, but still we'll sauté em like filet mignon,
Usin red wine n blood to deglaze the pan as we plate up one,
Part of our planned eight course, taster evenin, that's called:
Recipes For Your Disaster, this aperitif warns what's to come.

One piece to make the broke whole,

A light switch, of a star burned,

The warm heart, for the cold soul,

He's a bright kid, in a dark world.

Thought processes of bravado boasts,
From human beins I'm alien to most,
No doesn't mean highly intellectual but my focus is deeply psychological n emotional,
Over followin all of those tribal tropes.

They call me a ghost in the social machine,
Never seen while presently past normality,
A mythical phenomenon factually evidencin you're not alone in these hemisphere's viable,
We're just orbitin states of bein differently.

Let me slow down from the third n seventh,
Chords in bars that circle broken segments,
Both are major yet with a minor difference,
Showin why we're different by its cadence,
Within a phonetic syllabic rhythm I'm outta,
This world rappin sound around vowels that,
Lasso consonance languages from another,
Planet only understandin this if you wanna.

"Does any of that make sense? Sometimes I feel like you listen to me ramble for an hour just so I'll say..."

One piece to make the broke whole,

A light switch, of a star burned,

The warm heart, for the cold soul,

I'm a bright kid, in a dark world.

Just because I'm different does that mean,
Fittin in with you is another pipe dream,
When I show off my lyrical technicality,
That's just me sharin some individuality,
But nobody can relate to an anomaly,
Am I the one bridgin change? Possibly,
Time will tell if I'll crumble n break,
Or stand strong under all this weight.

A risk I've gotta take, its cost to give the lost somewhere safe, is greater than all my loss for creatin this place, that we'll call outer space, our inner circle inside alien nation but outside alienation, cause we embrace it n don't turn anyone away, you're who you are never be ashamed, anyway what I'm try'na say, let's start today so tomorrow can change.

One piece to make the broke whole,

A light switch, of a star burned,

The warm heart, for the cold soul,

Be a bright kid, in a dark world.

"Although you don't really talk, it's nice to have someone who listens to me through a clear reflection. I guess that's the beauty of a mirror's symmetry."

Mentality is at war,
Less I'm high as heaven's gate,
At pews see funerals,
Providin what a sinner takes,
Don't use confessionals,
We harbour fallen angels,
On both of our shoulder blades,
For crossroads used to mediate,
Left turns as right wrongs,
N never shown another way.

No direction can't find faith on a map,
Hope signs left n salvation went past,
So repentin won't break this illicit contract,
Retrospection defines how I'll see the glass.

English born but felt I'm extraterrestrial,
An alienation's populous,
Writin style's similar to answerin lyrical,
Anatomical philosophy tests,
Each page stained with ink that's arterial,
My extension to the pen becomes radial,
From a mind circulatin concepts,
Highlights alternate perspectives,
Redirected then formatted in a font I call,
Bein bold, refined, n introspective.

Globe's population people I'm mismatched,
Home connection to the strange n abstract,
Codependent lyrics helpin my brain relax,
Retrospection defines how I'll see the glass.

Seen it since I been a baby,
Renegades praise Saint Class Cs, Bs n As,
Knelt before an altar of scales,
Weighin gs is the cost for momentary grace,
Pick your poison a reason to escape,
Walk with me n I'll take you through the daily.

I elevate the recreational ritual, inhalin this conditional chemical,

Exhaust fumes, scent like petrol, consider it my full throttle rocket fuel,

Blastin off to, space odyssey, remarkable views, through unknown hemispheres,

A ghost in gear, with clinical vision from solvent ignition, pumpin this piston,

Dissolvin the friction, provokin my fear, corrodin, lines of silver,

Firin class A cylinders, it’s internal combustion, causin, engine failure,

I'm a shootin star supernova, crashin to earth, in my UFO grave where,

Try'na find ways to dig outta this crater, in faith or, intakin,

Oxygen bonded with carbon, livin life for the moment, knowin,

When my coffin closes, I found joy in, avoidin gravity, never conformin,

To society, or borin routines, I like explorin, with colourful strobe lightin,

Through kaleidoscope perspectives, confusin powdered snow, went spelunkin,

Down a K hole, my adidas classics, anchored in place, chained to a life rope,

Charlie n mandy, guided me outta that cave, spent withdrawal overdraft charges,

At a bank holiday rave, fined in the currency, paid from three day's,

Of altered brain chemistry, studied illegal alchemy on the sabbath, already,

Influenced by cody n mary jane, started mixin citric acid with psilocybin,

Drank that concoction, even hallucinations couldn't escape my mental prison.

I felt weightless now I'm fallin fast from clipped wings,
A live action Big Lez show, walls melt slow into bars with a metallic sheen,
Learn the unknown: interstellar or death.

A beautiful high never lasts wonder why the caged bird sings?
Hear the sirens echo, my internal fire goes cold, no signal on a static screen,
Then wake up tomorrow new personal best.

Seen it since I been a baby,
Renegades praise Saint Class Cs, Bs n As,
Knelt before an altar of scales,
Weighin gs is the cost for momentary grace,
Pick your poison a reason to escape,
Walk with me n I'll take you through the daily.

Sunshine in my veins, starts to dissipate, with the smile it held on this face,

Pupils constrict as dawn dilates, a psychophysical twist palpitates,

Unstable neural signals, constant thoughts race, feelin ablaze, conjugated by shivers,

Brittle dismissals, whether a relapse will counteract, these rebound symptoms,

Or one hit'll add to the cracks, starin back at me from behind blurred mirrors,

Without any recognition for this framed image, reflectin mental illness,

Confined n affirmed by my repetitive decisions, it's like a bassline rhythm,

Connected to the snare, that's wrapped around my throat, constantly thumpin,

Throughout this skull of despair, till its crescendo bursts both eardrums,

When my musical notation, displays the whole rest so, that sound's silence,

Is replaced in sight, one sense less from peace within a metronomic state of mind,

Repeatedly tickin on beat to the tockin time, focused whether I'm gonna live or die,

Incarcerated servin a sentence of toxins 25-life, convicted by subliminal intuitions,

The judge, jury, n executioner that delivers this, verdict are all in one guilty conscience,

Capital punishment, through crimes of addiction, somethin I abide by which is,

Also my alibi, for every single reason why, I've chosen indictin myself, with always,

Chasin highs, cause I'm constantly try'na find, the most fittin way that'll describe,

What's goin on inside, writin these lines to not commit self destructive homicide.

In every cloud there's a silver line,
Can't hear the world, nor their lies,
This internal clock is out of time,
A silent scream to voice my life,
Flick a switch n turn off the light,
Insight sees dark, noise rings white.

Writin about a man I don't know, he was pushed from a train is what I'm told,
So I'll begin with someone on board, that went exactly where they needed to go.

A boy on the way home to see his family,
Sits starin through the window livin a dream,
Where the girl he'd engaged at eighteen,
N their daughter called Tina Kelly,
Wait for him at a big house out in the country,
Nothin could ever come inbetween,
Or corrupt this perfect scene,
It's there they lived together forever happily.

Sat infront of the boy who's now in awe,
Is a guy that looks like he's got it all,
Educated n sophisticated a far cry from,
The slums where he'd grew up cause,
He ran away with a plan to fix his problems,
Thinkin that money would solve em,
Stackin cash by usin younger days lessons,
Only wears stuff with expensive brands on,
Drives a maserati lives in a hill top mansion,
But can't face his past or this fake version.

There's a young man sittin six rows behind,
Lost in thought about this plan he devised,
Walks down the aisle fallin onto rich guy,
Procurin a wallet, a ring, n a mobile device,
Said he lost balance n profusely apologised,
Then continues until he's out of sight,
Gives that money to people try'na survive,
Hopin it'll provide a better quality of life,
Cause he knows what the real world's like,
War never changes inside his mind.

Written lyrics about three lives, yet the man pushed off the train is still unknown,
So I'll go back through each story with an alternative perspective to disclose.

Different voice, different look,
Different life, different how?
Different why? Different who?
Different now.

Let's go in reverse the young man first,
Thinkin was his gift but it became a curse,
Lost inside the mind is a personal abyss,
Always helpin even as his self got worse,
Sought answers from pastors n counsellors,
Only for the questions to get dismissed,
His mental state be treated by ignorance,
Religious beliefs are just false promises,
Plus the flaws in society lackin awareness,
For people sufferin from mental illness,
Made him fed up of dealin with this shit,
So he took matters into his own hands,
Robbin from the pompous upper classes,
To give those less fortunate a chance,
But even doin that couldn't cure his sadness,
Decided to be another statistic sendin a message by goin out with a... BANG!

Next is the guy, but before all his wealth,
He went off n studied, feelin compelled,
To not be a typical run of the mill,
Poor kid in a thug life, thinkin if he excelled,
It'd provide better lives to his family aswell,
While those planned motives were admirable,
One night in a club would change it all,
He spilt someone's drink the first domino,
Startin a chain of events which showed,
That motifs life's cards dealt are inescapable,
One mistake so simple n eight men jumped him,
A bouncer intervened offerin an ultimatum,
"You've gotta debt to repay now son,
Those lads opposed my gang's affiliation",
So the path that he tried runnin away from,
By pursuin education led him to becomin part of a criminal organisation.

Finally the boy who's on his way home,
Before seein that guy he was lost in a gorm,
Contemplatin versions where life goes,
From its divergents to parallels in this one,
He still picks up Tina but walks all alone,
Missin his stop n left at the next platform,
Cause she was willin to wait while he had,
Drunken lust fueled one night stands,
But he loved her too much so he ran,
Givin his first love up to a better man,
N now tina's a bag of beak weighin 1.75 grams,
So while he regrets most decisions he'd made,
There's one that what it cost is outweighed,
His true love got a chance of a happy endin even if it meant losin his heart n brain.

Writin these lyrics I see that man wasn't pushed from the train, he chose to jump n so,
These passengers are past ghosts my present self now knows,
Repressed deep inside a very long time ago, but with each life seems I've had room to grow,
This tale is the truth of every person I became after I'd broke.

Different voice, different look,
Different life, different how?
Different why? Different who?
Same guy, different now.

My story the man that became a demon,
Crushed by lust, trust, n chaos creatin,
A carbon offset into a diamond heathen,
I jumped off the sane train to become the voice of reason.