Speed Limits

Silhouette trees, blurred out road signs. I watch as the demons thrive. I heard in the back of my mind that They'll never know me while I lie my life. Scarlet roads haunt my dreams. I was never gonna hold up. Lonely nights for you, dear. I struggle, prayed upon the altars, But I wasn't worth the trouble. White denim stained with blood from the buttons that I'm pressing, stressing. I deciphered the message. Double drop tabs enter mazes where I'm severed from The matrix. Lately, I'm always faded, Higher than my taxes but lower than my wages. Brake lights demonstrate the great height as I stand On the bridge. I'm just tryna taste life. I'm fine, but I'm not fine. All I wanted was an audience to hear all Of my hallowed rhymes. Time is no one's home. It's a construct we employ to define how we've Grown. And in the tome, I scream up high, Breaking speed limits as I drink and drive. And still, time is no one's home. We herd ourself into man-made zones. And I've been reckless. In spite of my denial, that had always been The nexus. I'm breathless. Collectors left me on the entrance of planes where I'm guilty. Well, that's the consensus. Penetrate the precious and shatter what's senseless. They tore me apart, I never felt more whole. Relishing their youth, I never felt more old. So serene, their expression, as I'm riddled with Fault. My fragile wrists are crippled by bolts. Hold me. Just hold me, Mum. This world doesn't love me like they said in The hymns that we sung, and my tongue succumbs To their dagger-dressed words littered like Breadcrumbs. I've aged so fast for someone not Alive. I struggle to be honest when I'm forced Into disguises. I'm fine, but I'm not fine. All I wanted was forgiveness for romantic crimes. Time is no one's home. It's a construct we employ to define how we've Grown. And in the road, I scream up high, Breaking speed limits as I drink and drive. And still, time is no one's home. We herd ourselves into man-made zones. I've no money and I'm hungry, but I get Free drugs, so I push into my tummy to Forget the wet tear ducts. I dream of a jump right off the construct. It's a cruel world to even have to adjust To. Burnt rubber odors, car crash lives. Brake lines shudder under rolling eyes. I don't think that I'll be here for a Long time. I'm just scared to end it, so I drink and drive. I'm fine, but I'm not fine. All I ever really wanted was to do more Than survive. Time is no one's home. It's a construct we employ to define how we've Grown. And all alone, I scream up high, Breaking speed limits as I drink and drive. And still, time is no one's home. We herd ourself into man-made zones. I am fine. I swear I'm fine. All I needed was a card so I could Cut another line. Time is no one's home. It's a construct we employ to define how we've Grown. I'm fine. I'm fine.