In the middle of my sentence I got sentenced

To a jail of anxiety

So I plead the fifth and out comes Sith

Lording over me

I went from magic lands with magic hands; never want to leave that place

And now it’s tragic-and

I’m abuser, accuser, guilty as charged.

In the middle of my sentence I got sentenced

No bail allowed for me

So I plead with Sith to undo the myth

Lording over me

I went from magic lands with magic hands; never want to leave that place

And now it’s tragic-and

I’m abuser, accuser, guilty as charged.

Did your thoughts make you use?

Someone else’s abuse?

Do you have to be  ———  to finally scream

Does proof of innocence in every fight…fuel your desired life

Are you insecure because you’re unsure and if you are;

My anger is justified

It’s really you who’s dissatisfied

I went from magic lands with magic hands; never want to leave that place

And now it’s tragic-and

I’m abuser, accuser, guilty as charged.