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a2nelito - death is certain lyrics

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[verse 1]
the irony of writing a poem about death
during a lecture of funeral costs, briefly speaking of lives lost
what’s worse: robbing the grave, or stealing from the cradle
a will and a way to know that a child will be able
to make it through this life knowing there’s an endgame?
we talk about invincibility but act nothing of the same-same
news flash: a new crash, two humans through a dash
airwaves, sonic slave, cold toes and overloaded brain

[chorus 1]
but you like the pain
to you it’s pleasure
addiction, temptation
never saying “never
will i die, but i’ll be livin’ forever
livin’ forever, livin’ forever
be it sandals or sweaters
no matter the weather
i’ll be livin’ forever” – right, let’s think of the

[verse 2]
cognitive dissonance between
the fork in the road where i find present
evergreen, my perspective so clean
and yet so relatively marred
dollars and cents, the fragrance of
your scents so constant consistent
perfumes of body and shampoos of hair
to mundane insane and propane, et cetera
olfactory, it’s all coming back to me
a series of left turns
and your left sweaty palm
nervous of falling as i’m nervous of falling
for who? so i don’t seem to follow m-sses
like the grey hairs congregating
as the cognitive dissonance sits debating
as my knees sit on the carpet, praying
that this is the last time
every morning the first time
yet mundane and insane have overcame
my humanity, no formality

[chorus 2]
but i like the pain
to me, it’s pleasure
addiction, temptation
never saying “never
will you die, but you’ll be livin’ forever
livin’ forever, livin’ forever
be it sandals or sweaters
no matter the weather
you’ll be livin’ forever” – wrong
it’s the confessional hour of power – louder

[verse 3]
i’ve been planning my funeral for quite some time
from every single track to every single rhyme
just check my archives and my spotify playlists
the last one on the list ain’t nothin’ to play with
ever since january i’ve sobered up on existential
and when february rolled around
something pressed up on my mental
when march came around i kinda lost some close friends
by april i still had to get up on stage and play pretend – nah
i may have burned some bridges at the end of the fifth month
by the sixth, my state of mind was empirically smokin a blunt
mind so high like the blasted temperatures of july
i couldn’t even finish the texas trip for a full four weeks
all part of the plan, because after i made a really big decision
to start planning the end of my life in artful precision
got a bad habit of leaving things better than found
it will take nine lifetimes to absorb what i leave around
pussies



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