Mood Cycling Disorder

In my mind It’s like a Web what should I do
In my soul I just know to tell the truth
I’ve got 1 foot in ….
Quicksand I’ve gotta make a move

My mood is up-and-down they asked me why
I just say look around
I’ve got conceptual ideas
But I can’t seem to get them down
Im too in my own head sometimes I sit and draw
They tell me crack a smile
But I feel everybody is pain before they’ve got courage to say
Blessing and a curse it’s a beautiful game

Mood cycle in disorder on them days that I don’t wanna play
When you an empath Sunday as you wake feeling strange
Is it too deep If I start to mention global injustice
Like the motherland ain’t fighting famine God that we trusting
But it seems that God doesn’t run the world its government
But what if government isn’t to be trusted
Let that sink in my mind is on overload
I’m thinking about those families I hope for them like horoscopes

In my mind It’s like a Web what should I do
In my soul I just know to tell the truth
I’ve got 1 foot in ….
Quicksand I’ve gotta make a move

Barbarians similar to Vikings I’m striking
Im phosphorus there is no match the way I light it
They say climb back on the Horse Fox
There’s no way that you can be done
So now I’m battling my victim like I’m Daniel son
I still close the curtain and recycle old happiness
They just think I’m talented
If they knew the confessions inside my mind don’t think I’m catholic

However I’m just balancing
Swift and politically correct don’t do me no favours
This cannot be tailored far too unique IQ Like I’ve been to uni
If I said I’ve walked this earth before they’d say I’m too deep
1 foot in 1 foot out like I’m Nina bro
Feeling I done enough but everybody sees the growth