There’s an irony
That I hold onto
My own paranoia
Not out of any fear
For my own safety
As – if I’m honest
I don’t care about
Whatever happens
In the realities that
I don’t succeed – so
I live Life like ZOD
I win – I always win
B’C’ause I Am A
Sore loser – so
I won’t come
Quietly – No
I will go
Kicking & screaming
Pouting, it’s N’Ø fair – NØ
Doubting – I’ll continue rerouting
But back from me – back to the reason
Why I hold onto paranoia – B’C’ause
I know what I Am capable öF
& if I give Ü an infinite
…
Outta thyme