Wear my lucky watch
Just be sure I take it off
Before anything unlucky happens
Yeah
Can’t lose if you never call it luck
Ticking on my wrist, feeling born to the mist
I control the metals, still there’s more I can’t fix
Iron in my blood, got a war in my ribs
Turn a mountain into dust, still feel short of the win
Pushing steel, but I still don’t feel
Shit... did I skip my last meal?
Built a whole machine from the scraps in my head
Then I stood underneath it while it crushed me instead
I don’t ask much from people... honestly, nothing
So why the fuck I treat myself like I owe ’em perfection?
Every win gets revised, every high gets reduced
I could walk across the water, still complain about my shoes
Paint a smile on the panic, call the bleakness romantic
Manufacture motivation till the factory’s damaged
Life ain’t even that bad, maybe I just edit it tragic
Then perform being hopeful like I’m practising magic
Every black cloud gets a neon outline
Manufacture hope just to make it through the mind
Turn the smoke into signals, turn the pressure to drive
If I can’t call it good, I can call it a lie
It’s all bad, it’s all bad
Keep the lucky watch on till the luck goes sad
I inspire, I excel, I ignite, I attack
Till the weight of being more puts a knife in my back
Shard of Adonalsium burning in my soul
Ever since the Shattering, I’ll probably never be whole
Got divinity divided, every piece wants control
One says build them a fire, one says bury the coal
But what I can do is inspire and ignite all my desire
Smoke in that fume and convert it to a tune
Radic on the record, but the pressure in the grooves
Turn pressure into diamonds, then get tired of the jewels
Ain’t no one knows the cow better than the butcher
I know every tender spot, every cut, every rupture
Know exactly where to press, exactly how to suffer
I’d never hold another to the standard of their captor
But I’m judge, jury, cellmate, guard at the gate
Handing down a life sentence every minor mistake
I built the flame, now the heat won’t leave
Made ’em all believe, now they all believe in me
Every spark I gave came straight out of my chest
Now they’re warm by the fire while I’m choking on the rest
Tick, tick—turn the panic into product
Click, click—every win becomes the minimum
Steel in my spine, smoke in my lungs
I built the machine—
Now the machine wants more
Bad
Bad
Bad
Ticking on my wrist
Then silence
Maybe luck was never in it
Maybe I was
