The way I see it, it can go either way,
growing old, growing cold, waking up and realize at one day,
that I’m the one to blame, that I became,
every fucking thing I despise, see the hate in my eyes,
when it pours it rains, feel the pain in my rhymes,
every time I pick up a pencil, I seem to be crying,
damn it’s a shame feeling so bad, but what is really sad,
are the choices you made, for feeling this way,
it’s in your head, it’s in your system,
even though you shouldn’t listen,
there ain’t a person who can help you cause you lack the wisdom,
next the anger takes over, it’s over, you’re not living no more,
like Vader possessed by the dark, you don’t shine anymore,
you’re at war but lost the war cause you hate and spit venom,
focussed on the dark side, wondering why you can’t kill ’em,
that feeling, is eating you alive inside, what comes around goes around,
now you’re plotting suicide,
the evil eye misguided even though you can’t deny it,
it didn’t bring you any peace cause if it did you wouldn’t want to rest in peace and release,
all the tension and stress, with this pen I address and express but yes I confess it makes me depressed, the mess I created myself, I have to clean it myself, time to break it all down,
the anger, the hate, this is the time to wreck the wreck, before it’s too late,

The time to wreck the wreck before it’s too late,
try to understand, I ain’t going away,
this is all, this is all, this all, I ever wanted to be,
the time to wreck the wreck before it’s too late,
try to understand, I ain’t going away,
cause this is it, this is it, this is it,
before it’s too late,

For years and years and years I’ve been fooling myself,
never thought that I would be the one destroying myself,
always on the lookout for devils, pushing the pedal to the medal,
kept it moving while I cursed to the heavens,
in different letters, fuck rhyming about the weather,
had to talk about something more at the centre of the human condition,
couldn’t sit back and just listen, was on a mission to uncover what went on in God’s kitchen,
what a stupid decision,
the reason for our existence, had to ask and I answered,
despite all the books, didn’t find a cure for the cancer,
so I can’t just or can I, move on and say goodbye,
of course I can, let ’em die, fuck ’em all, time to fly,
this is my time and for the very first time I feel inner peace,
I want to live, don’t want to be deceased,
I feel a motherfucking beast, an animal,
handled ’em without a parental manual and a few companions,
yeah my demons are hungry so they keep coming back,
but this evening I feed ’em with positivity like I said,
time to break it all down, the anger, the hate, this is the time to wreck the wreck before it’s too late,

The time to wreck the wreck before it’s too late,
try to understand, I ain’t going away,
this is all, this is all, this all, I ever wanted to be,
the time to wreck the wreck before it’s too late,
try to understand, I ain’t going away,
cause this is it, this is it, this is it,
before it’s too late.