Lyrics atlas – this is the outro, i hope you like it

When there’s truth to be held to
Shoot, I’m a swell dude
I could make myself a path through oaks and elms too
If I use this strength as a blade or a chainsaw
At the end of the day I’d still be broker than Adolf
And I don’t know the pay off, I’ll calculate the profit
Out the fakest profits as undoubtedly composite
I don’t lead religions, all these people are pigeons
I’m an evil intent dismissing cathedral of wisdom
On a nice streak recently, might speak decently
If the times right, and a side street’s equally
As empty as my soul, enterin’ the cold
Findin’ splinters in the center of my skull
‘Cause my brain is not itself anymore
I guess that’s why I’m ignoring my problems
My brain is not itself anymore
And if they aren’t there then I guess I can’t solve them
My brain is not itself anymore
It’s not a cry for help no no, it’s an announcement
My brain is not itself anymore
My brain is not itself
Sorry