my motivation is locked in chains like a prisoner locked in jail
trying to get up do whatever to step up but every try will fail
the mind seperates cuz on one hand i want to write
but the other path is possessed by this demon inside
which won't let me breathe the creativity that's sleepin in me
which won't let me free to face the reality that's waitin for me
this period of time will passe by so I can unfold like a butterfly
the demon under control but i still strike harder than a butterknife
uhh yeah...