Black

I got a to-do list of bad habits
 Spending money like I have it, living in havoc just to create
 I can't afford to support my biggest influences, because you either live lavish or you wait
 Most only make enough to buy new paint for their next project, but what color best represents honest?
 That is without yet absorbs all concept
 What artist absorbs every other artist and illustrates the obvious in a way that we haven't thought yet?
 What artist can do no wrong, or does wrong so well that it's convincingly right?
 The youth is living through death
 By simply taking their time like it can't be taken away
 By a reaper who doesn't let us overpopulate
 She says, some get to go but some gotta stay at home
 But for most, hell is simply just being in one place
 And for some, heaven is never having to show your face
 All the things we make just to hide behind getting high on our own supply
 Makes art is no longer a needle in the hay, but a syringe in the needles
 Because everyone's got a point but they care so very little
 Originality junkies waiting for their chance to say something
 They're waiting for their names to be mentioned
 Devising a plan to make themselves so important by doing absolutely as little as possible
 Taking advantage of the impressionable
 Impersonating a hero as if you understand what darkness that title holds
 And I don't think you do because sadly the truth is
 Being without suffering is like being without parents
 What could guide a human more than pain?
 What could sculpt a carving better than a blade?
 All these rich kids are orphans with over-stimulated endorphins
 Strung out on their heroin mother and meth head father
 With enough money to ensure that you will never be poor enough to experience true happiness
 For some, it takes being deprived to feel alive
 Others know the value of life without an attempt at death
 And I can't stress enough
 I'm stressed enough as it is
 So, I take my time like it can't be taken away
 Don't tell me you're biting the bullets when all your problems are blank
 I swear I used to have a mind that's full
 But now my head just aches from these kids that are so colorful and quick to throw the shade
 When you're the only one to blame for forgetting that the world
 Is not the past tense of whirl even if our lives seem stagnate
 And if we had a perfect view of the planet through glass, could we look past our reflection to see it?
 Or do we just see ourselves pretending to take the view in?
 Acting like we give a shit for the sake of the viewership that's already sunken
 We are an audience in a submarine falling deeper into ocean water and calling it space
 We are a group of people with the same thoughts as our ancestors
 Still left with no answers
 Still left with no way
 Too clever to show that we have no idea what to do with the day
 So we wait for the night, because it's easier to plague tomorrow with the burden of sobriety
 Crossing our fingers that the sun is gone for good so we don't have to be
 Drunk driving my hearse in all white, because everyday I was alive
 I wore nothing but black
 Because black is the only thing that is honest
 It doesn't pretend to be something it isn't
 It doesn't desire, it doesn't weep, it doesn't exist
 And that's what makes it honest
 Because when you are nothing
 You can do no wrong