Yeah.I wake up every morning with my head up in a daze.I'm not sure if I should say this,*, I'll say it anyway.Everybody tries to tell me that I'm going through a phase.I don't know if it's a phase,I just wanna feel okay.Yeah, I battle with depression,but the question still remains.Is this post-traumatic stress,and or am I suppressing rage?And my doctor tries to tell me that I'm going through a phase.Yeah, it's not a * phase.I just wanna feel okay.Okay, yeah, I struggle with this bullshit every dayAnd it's probably cause my demons simultaneously rageIt obliterates me The sin so greats meAnd I am lazyI'm about to break downSearching for a way outI'm a liar, I'm a cheater, I'm an unbelieverNot a popular,popular monsterI'm a popular,popular monster!I think I'm going nowhere like a rat trapped in a mazeEvery wall that I knock down is just a wall that I replaceI'm in a race against myself,I try to keep a steady paceHow the * will I escape if I never close my case?Oh my god, I keep on stressing every second that I wasteIs another second sooner to a blessing I won't takeBut my therapist will tell me that I'm going through a stageYeah, it's not a * stage,I just wanna feel okay Okay, motherfucker,now you got my attentionI need to change a couple things,cause something is missingAnd what if I were to lie,tell you everything is fineEvery single * day,I get closer to the grave I am terrified,I'm falling asleep, and I will againMy God, just a few, just a few Let out a race,baby Seat tuck race, baby I am lightning Cause I'm about to break downOwn a trip for a white houseI'm a liar, I'm a cheater, I'm a non-believerI'm a popular, popular monsterPopular, popular, monster! of wondering,praying to a god that you don't believe,you're searching for the truth inthe lost and found,so the question I ask is,where the * is your god now?