No Emotion - nothing,nowhere.

I’m sick of staying up late and second-guessing myself\nI start to wonder what it’d be like being somebody else\n, brace for the fall\nFeel the room caving in, panicking, suffocate from the walls, yeah\n'Cause lately I just feel like that\nMatter of fact, can’t remember when I felt intact\nI’m running back, memories playing in dreams\nI feel my hue slip away, break apart at the seams\n1, 2, 3, 4, 5, tell 'em what’s up\nI might end my life, feeling fucked up\n5, 4, 3, 2, 1, life’s so fun\nI wake up, feel no emotion\nTrapped inside my head, nowhere to run\nTry to change, I’m back where I begun\nI’m ashamed of what I have become\nI wake up, feel no emotion\n(Feel no emotion)\nLife ain’t no motherfucking sitcom\nI spent these years tryna help the ones I love\nJust to end up getting spit on\nI’m farming with a fit on\nWith my chickens, twelve-hundred-dollar jeans\nGive a fuck if they get shit on\nThese artists ain’t built like me\nI spit a verse, make a rack, then go tap my trees\nYou write a word, post a story for your social needs\nI ain’t a fad, I got savings, that’s longevity\n1, 2, 3, 4, 5, tell 'em what’s up\nI might end my life, feeling fucked up\n5, 4, 3, 2, 1, life’s so fun\nI wake up, feel no emotion\nTrapped inside my head, nowhere to run\nTry to change, I’m back where I begun\nI’m ashamed of what I have become\nI wake up, feel no emotion\n(The cult of the reaper saved me)