Information to dysfunction

honestly i rap terribly but it's my only recipe for therapy.
so just let it loose, connect the dots, retie the noose and set your clocks.
am i relating to the message in disguise, floating towards the overlaying high.
put my finger to the hollow end, to see if i come up again.
always feel like giving in, find a smile in a cup of selfishness.
sink that ship, to bottom of the pit, sitting in my stomach.
i can replenish it, if the work i put in is perfect and arriving
in all too timely altercation with my own insinuations.
we share the space in between, feeling home and being out of place
and all alone. 
i can rearrange my face to put the pieces back into a fitting rate.
admit the lies were a part of the game, aim and shoot the timing right
and find the fight against mistakes that are to blame
instead we run away with nothing more to say
let the past stay, so it can finally change.