illusion
bounded
entwined
surge
indigo
troubled
blent
It turned out as a rap, weird because I had never written one before, just happened.
Stuck in this illusion all my life
head in a constant state of strife
What's right, what's wrong
Troubled soul hears troubled song
blent up and entwined
thoughts crash in my mind
Feel like indigo on the 'bow
On the bottom, last to know
Need a serge of control
gotta learn how to hold
end is near, that I know
Gotta figure it out before I go.