Per Mensem Left

(Verse 1) It will be long, thinking 'bout it feels Like it drags on and on, forever and ever As if there is no ending to my pending Death in my overwhelmed head, just Ticking like the watch on my wrist, uh Time is ticking in an unhurried way, just Tick, ticking inside my inner head and What's going on inside this skull Is a countdown from 31 to the Day I walk in the dark gown that Leads me to my freedom guests, and Of these peeps are the ones I cherish in the outside beyond These imaginary chains and binds As if it holds me from the rest (Hook) Still living this type of fest while Needing to take a very deep breath and Giving everything our very best as if It's like we’ve already finished of What feels like my death, seeping Out like explosion coming out my chest (Verse 2) As the flowing frustration followed The non stop hours after hours Days upon days in this Hourglass of persistent immortality Of torment and consistent strain On my tuned out brain, zoning upon The calendar of the leisurely days moving Very heavily while keeping focus On the Per Mensem Left, yeah (Hook) Still living this type of fest while Needing to take a very deep breath and Giving everything our very best as if It's like we’ve already finished of What fee (Outro) Tick, tick, ticking, yeah, it's ticking away Counting down the days, but I'm here to stay Imaginary chains, they can't hold me back I'm living this fest, no matter the attack