I’m constantly in doubt about what I’m doing, I’m constantly tortured, and that’s why I say happiness is irrelevant. Happiness is for children and yuppies. I’m not striving for happiness, I’m trying to get some work done.
“A piece of the action is all I’m askin’
Everything broke down into fractions
The fire long dead, this just smoke and ashes
Hope is an assassin, fear fill up the casket
One day I woke up, everything was made of plastic
“She loves me not” is where we landed
When the music stops, folks start looking for answers”
billy woods | “Artichoke”