Breath-Taking (As Common As A Comma) featuring Buk of Psychodrama

LYRICS: 7X3=21 Verse (as the voice of stress) Not sense in lyin, I’ve been scheming on a means to conduct A musical experiment, this is science, not luck Appearances can be deceiving as the nonsense we believe in So I’m constantly relieving my stress, for just that reason Unsheathing the sword of truth, cutting through all the lies Cutting ties, with the liars and their prior disguise SURPRISE..I didn’t forget about the study I mentioned THIS IS IT, you’re the subject, so just keep on existing As far as getting my data, well, I have methods Mask my message in colorful language, for maximum efforts Math and symmetric(s), my past and my present That’s the essence of every rhyme written, and it’s effective My life's riddle, at times I think I’m destined for Ritalin But maybe stress will get me first and just cut out the middlemen And if I die, DON’T cry, naw, start celebrating And say, ‘His final moments they were, they breath-taking’ And for that space left vacant, I bare my soul, naked This is the purest form of me, you take that how you take that… Buk verse (as the voice of reason): THEY SAY LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT QUITE AN UGLY STATEMENT THINGS GET A LITTLE BIT RIOTOUS IN THE MIND FOR THE RIGHTEOUS AND THE DIVINE TOO NOTHING IS SACRED QUIET A LIMITED TIME WE SWING ON THE VINE OF VIOLENCE ABOVE THE HATRED ADJACENT TO THE ANSWER TO IT ALL DO SOMETHING OR NOTHING CHANGES INTERNALIZE MY TURMOIL ITS ONGOING WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE I SNEAK INSIDE I SEEK INSIDE THYSELF FOR HELP BUT NO ONES HERE CLOUDY MENTAL REGIONS A THOUSAND DIFFERENT REASONS TO BE ALIVE I FOUND SPECIFIC DEFENSE TO LOCK UP MY DEMONS WITH THE KEY TO SURVIVE