it was all just a game for fame,
I didn’t see the snakes for the venom,
I wasn’t trying to be like them,
so I had to seek the most purest ways to identify my heart
of no recogning my own mother being the one
who hated me she saw nothing but a demon of some kind as I only told her
I was never going to be what she wanted as son
I chose the rhythm of a guitar and
the path within a piece of wood with rubber wheels
to run away from...