False Prophets

I lost my mind bout′ the same time I turned nine
Oh no everything's not fine I find
I would rather not fight fire with smokeRegret I even spoke

Spoke my mind one to many times tired of counting
A coward at heart courage in my cup cuts like paper once it′s done
Then I am left hung over

These signs don't change
I sigh not pray
I'm prying my way through a hole
And
The deeper I go

These times are strange
False prophets pray
On my mistakes I think I′m long gone
Long gone

Remember before I could think
Think for myself
I′s at the brink of defeat
Bowing, I shrink at your feet
Shiver, the sheer rhetoric I read through quiver of teeth

Kill me I'd rather be sleep
Kin is so different from me
Black sheep I′ve been back packing through a pack of mountains
From the west to the middle of east

Can I be you if I wish on a shooting star
Can I hop out my skin for a second
Cause I reckon it would be better to be in yours
You got everything that I've wanted

You flaunt it the crib and the bitches, a foreign car
I′m just foreign to all the above
Foreign to cities I love
I ain't had a home I hardly can handle a bunk

These signs don′t change
I sigh not pray
I'm prying my way through a hole
And
The deeper I go

These times are strange
False prophets pray
On my mistakes I think I'm long gone
Long gone