Verse 1 (Fubar)

I'm back on a mission / to gradually disengage the past that I live with / I just ask that you listen / fact versus fiction / tracks that I've written / is the way that I escape being trapped in this prison / I've dealt with the good and survived a lot of heart-break even / out of dark came credence / took chaos and fused individual parts, made reason / the silhouette approaching from afar ain't Jesus / carpe diem / seize the day and run / life sucks but at the very least I made the cut / I feed an unappeasable need to stay in flux / instead of worshiping something that seems okay to trust / I don't need a priest to say I'm fucked / you're led to believe you're heaven-bound if you bleed or pray enough / they need to make it up / that is how you make sense of a god who's mission is to keep away the fun

Chorus (Fubar)

I suppress whenever past memories come / until I release the last breath in my lungs / I never wrote tracks for fame / instead I write for the moments where I don't laugh for days / I suppress whenever past memories come / until I release the last breath in my lungs / I never wrote tracks for fame / instead I write for the moments where I don't laugh for days

Verse 2 (Sadida)

I need these blank pages with their infinite wisdom / going through the hardest days I can instantly fill them / painting a self portrait of Chris' damaged soul / going up in flames my brush dips the afterglow / and each stroke filled daily with pain and agony / the mask I parade around in is to save the family / believe it or not there's more beneath the surface / because a mirror can't reflect what's in the beats and verses / through this medium got me feeling extra large / like maybe there's some luck in my deck of cards / place your bets if I end it with a razor's edge / but I'm nothing famous and not the same effect / hold my head up high with reefer I like to spark / told get in line and need to find my mark / rather write for the moment reach for the shiny stars / here I am still a dreamer in this dying art

Chorus (Fubar)

I suppress whenever past memories come / until I release the last breath in my lungs / I never wrote tracks for fame / instead I write for the moments where I don't laugh for days / I suppress whenever past memories come / until I release the last breath in my lungs / I never wrote tracks for fame / instead I write for the moments where I don't laugh for days