Profound emptiness, detachment of everything

To constantly sin fills you up with nothingness

A beautiful mess, what it is describing it

A tortured artist, tries his hardest, to pass this raw test

Turned a martyr to his own conscience

Like a carcass, it's abysmal that every syllable even minimal

Makes him pitiful and even more invisible

Yet at the same time fills him to the full to a pinnacle of following his goal

Makes it feasible what a cynical individual

His mind is a fortress, many portions and contortions

And I don't know what it is what I constantly miss

Studying myself with no syllabus

A tyrannosaurus with a thesaurus

With lyrics so deep they hold no importance

Ha ha

And I know that I'm yes a beautiful mess

A Rubik's cube in a human flesh

Living in my head is worse than abyss

I don't even smoke cess I'm high on my own mess

Dig a hole in the soil of the turf of the earth

For the pain and the hurt and my soul should be burnt

Cuz I do need to purge my soul from the filth and the burdens of guilt

So I can be rebirthed, so reshaped and reformed

Can't do nothing right I'm in a constant fight with the thoughts in my mind

Sit alone in my room for hours on my phone

Scrolling through social media that seems to be porn

And the battery on my phone isn't the only thing being drained to the core

Cuz addiction really takes a part of your all

And the more you consume huh the more you'll be doomed

But it is evaded with little motivation

Cuz it's nauseating the thing I been saying to these stupid hos yo when I'm horny ain't it?

And I didn't wanna feel all this self hating, never ever a-gain

And I know that I'm yes a beautiful mess

A Rubik's cube in a human flesh

Living in my head is worse than abyss

I don't even smoke cess I'm high on my own mess

And I kept thinking to me what's gotten into me

This void inside of me I need an epiphany

Which then allowing me, to hit sobriety

8 months and a counting, it's hard yet so astounding, oh and so rewarding

But my head is numb and it's causing bedlam

I'm not gonna say sorry for what I am

I've been called creepy and I've been called ugly, I've never really had someone before who loved me

I've been torn to shambles a sword with no handles

Oh and I'm lit but my mind is scrambled

Afraid to let go, afraid I don't even know

A puzzle with a lot of missing pieces

Each passing day the number decreases

Oh and not to mention I lose some tension that I cause myself with overthinking

Finding who you are is a mission pending

And I know that I'm yes a beautiful mess

A Rubik's cube in a human flesh

Living in my head is worse than abyss

I don't even smoke cess I'm high on my own mess

I'm a beautiful mess

I'm a beautiful mess

I'm a beautiful mess

I'm a beautiful mess

And I know that I'm yes a beautiful mess

A Rubik's cube in a human flesh

Living in my head is worse than abyss

I don't even smoke cess I'm high on my own mess