Hell Is A Paradox Lyrics

(I have not been lucid for a very, very long time)

Stroodle Boy

Stroodle Boy

All of the people I've met

What do they mean

What do I do

Always be tearing deep into my flesh

Asking me why do you need proof

Failing to see how I fit in this puzzle

My soul is weak and is turning to rubble

Love all my homies they hurting me most

But they hurting me the most

How do I put myself first when all my friends may be in pain even worse

Feels like a curse

Be understood that to speak on this shit is beyond all the words

That could be used

Outsiders confused

Sentience is abuse

Mind and soul making a truce

Conditions including we lighting the fuses

Sentience is death

Sentience is death

When I slice my wrist I see myself in all the blood I've bled

Ay

Sentience is death

Sentience is death

When I slice my wrist I see myself in all the blood I've bled

Ay

Sentience is death

Sentience is death

(Hell is a paradox)

When I slice my wrist I see myself in all the blood I've bled

(Hell is a paradox)

Sentience is death

(And I know)

Sentience is death

When I slice my wrist I see myself in all the blood I've bled

(Yeah I know that I can't stop running 'til I'm out of my mind)

I'm losing my grip

My philosophy is slipping

At my mental I be ripping

Open a hole to stick in some kind of sense

I can't make it at all

Nah

If I had any less restraint there'd be a hole in my wall

Yuh

I'm finding out the hard way how it feels to be alone

Far from home

Wishing I could be on the other end of that phone

Finding I don't know my homies through conversations I'm not really a part of

Cancel out the noise to save my heart from the pain

Sentience is death

Sentience is death

When I slice my wrist I see myself in all the blood I've bled

Ay

Sentience is death

Sentience is death

(Hell is a paradox)

When I slice my wrist I see myself in all the blood I've bled

(Hell is a paradox)

Sentience is death

(And I know)

Sentience is death

When I slice my wrist I see myself in all the blood I've bled

(Yeah I know that I can't stop running 'til I'm out of my mind)

Sentience is death

Sentience is death

(Hell is a paradox)

When I slice my wrist I see myself in all the blood I've bled

(Hell is a paradox)

Sentience is death

(And I know)

Sentience is death

When I slice my wrist I see myself in all the blood I've bled

(Yeah I know that I can't stop running 'til I'm out of my mind)