Afterlife

Pardon me
I’ve been known to take lofty flights
At any given time

Out of sight.
out of mind.

But rocket fuel burns off
To dirty water
And trickles down.

I’ve become accustomed to the fast life
In a sense that
In an instant it could end

I’ve seen it happen more than once or twice

Made it through
life after life after life
(Afterlife)

“Ride or die”-ing, survival catches a stigma
Need a pit stop to fuel up..
Keep thinking it’ll kill me, though.

Little toy soldiers made to play pretend
Work em to the bone, we’re gonna break em

What I’m saying is
Whispering the same damn thing in my ear
That I’m trying to erase from my brain.

We’re not imagining it.. right?
We’re not imagining it right.