Eight Ball God
Nowhere Lyrics

A time capsule casket closed containing all the words I ever spoke
All my words are like a casket, buried and hidden away for the future to dig up and experience.

and I wonder if anyone would care enough to dig it up in ten years.
I'm not sure if anyone in the future will care enough to find my words, but it's still important to leave something behind.

It's weird to think about: everything pure will eventually be relevant even if the artist isn't here for it.
It's strange to think that even after we're gone, our true and authentic creations will still exist and be valued.

You could die as a failure, but future figure because whatever current culture couldn't comprehend it.
Even if society doesn't appreciate my work now, future generations might see it differently and recognize its worth.

It's a poet's curse.
As a creative, it can be frustrating to feel like your work isn't reaching the right audience or isn't being fully understood.

and it only gets worse.
This feeling of being misunderstood or unrecognized only intensifies over time.

They're only open to your words A.D. like a convertible hearse.
Society seems to only value creative works after the creator has died, like a hearse carrying a body to its final resting place.

The most underground artist – the one that is buried in this dirt – has always felt buried under the pressure of the world.
Even the most obscure and unknown artists can feel immense pressure to succeed and be recognized.

We're all in debt to serve good deeds.
We owe it to ourselves and to others to use our talents and abilities for the greater good.

We're all in debt financially.
We also owe a lot of money to society and the systems that control it.

We're in the depths of being destined to die, but we're born to live so we live to leave
Our ultimate fate is death, but we strive to make our mark on the world and leave behind something that will be remembered.

because we'd rather be elsewhere.
We often dream of being somewhere else, living a different life and escaping our current reality.

Fuck it.
Sometimes we just need to say "fuck it" and take risks, even if they're scary or unpredictable.

I'd rather be someone else and I'll leave my environment before I let it define myself.
I refuse to be defined or limited by my surroundings, and I'll do whatever it takes to change and grow.

I take the landscape-goat that forever defines my fate.
I embrace the unpredictable and rocky road that lies ahead, knowing that it will shape my future and ultimately determine my fate.

The freeway leads to the grave.
If we simply follow the path that's been laid out for us, we'll end up at the same inevitable conclusion: death.

It's all down hell from here, unless we're road kill on the way.
Things will only get worse from here unless we can somehow overcome the obstacles that are in our path.

I chase my dreams because my nightmares chase me and the terror of being forgotten is haunting.
I pursue my dreams with urgency and determination because I fear being lost and forgotten in the sea of mediocrity.

Often times, I'm left wandering- wondering if the world will ever know?
I'm plagued by doubt and uncertainty, wondering if I'll ever truly make an impact on the world around me.

Will I not get a chance or make no change like putting a ghost on death row?
I fear that I'll never get the opportunity to create something truly great or meaningful and that my efforts will be fruitless.

I prayed to the eight ball god and all I got was "try again later,"
Even when seeking guidance, I'm left feeling uncertain and unsure of what to do next.

but I don't think I will because I fear the word "no" more than my deathbed.
I'm afraid of rejection and failure, to the point that it sometimes feels more intimidating than the prospect of death itself.

I don't like the odds of the future in this being pretend, because they're not in my favor
I'm not optimistic about the future and feel like the chances of success are stacked against me.

like five in the chamber to my head playing reverse Russian roulette.
It often feels like I'm putting myself at risk when pursuing my dreams, like playing a dangerous game of chance.

But what else do I have but to make something shovel worthy?
Even though the odds are against me, I'll keep pursuing my dreams and creating something that's worth remembering and digging up in the future.

I'm working on zombie words in case the casket comes early.
I'm creating backup plans in case my primary creative projects don't gain the recognition or success that I hope for.

They say nothing worth having comes this easy, but having nothing's been the hardest thing to happen to me.
The struggle of not having success or recognition is harder than any difficulty that comes with pursuing your dream.

And it's not about the money; it's about the dream.
I'm not pursuing my dreams for the material rewards that they might bring, but for the sense of purpose and fulfillment that comes with creating something meaningful.

But how bleak the world seems when they're both out of reach and I'm still reaping the shadows
When success and fulfillment feel impossible, the world can seem dark and hopeless, leaving me stuck in the shadows.

a future bound for the gallows.
If nothing changes and I can't find success or fulfillment, my future will be bleak and hopeless, like being sentenced to the gallows.

I use to spotlight to pause life and just see the momentary clarity that is me: the confessions of the godless.
I use my creativity as a way to reflect and gain clarity about myself and my place in the world, even if I don't believe in a higher power.

Finding more guidance in a magic eight ball of responses that uses the same illogic of asking questions we don't want answers to.
I sometimes rely on external sources, like a magic eight ball, to guide me through uncertain times, even if they don't always provide logic or clarity.

Praying for things we don't need.
We sometimes pray or hope for things that aren't actually necessary or beneficial for us.

Planning for a tomorrow even though there's no guarantee but we still sing, Here's to hoping Here's to coping.
Even though the future is uncertain, we still strive to plan and prepare for it, and we try to remain hopeful and resilient in the face of adversity.

Here's to dying on your knees.
We'd rather fight for our dreams and goals until the very end, even if it means experiencing hardship or defeat along the way.

Here's to losing everyone and everything because you cut off your own feet.
We sometimes sacrifice important people or things in our lives in order to pursue our dreams and goals, even if it means losing everything else in the process.

Here's to shoving religion down my throat hoping that I choke but I won't because I can't live or die for something I can't see.
Even when faced with external pressures or expectations, we need to stay true to ourselves and our beliefs, even if it means going against the grain.

The sunrise with my eyes I can see today, I can see me.
We need to focus on the present and the things that we can control, like our own goals and our own sense of self.

And those are the only things that I'll ever believe, because tomorrow I'll feel like a death row ghost again with no role in modern civilization, because making memories is making cemeteries out of us.
At the end of the day, our own goals and sense of self are the only things that truly matter, because life is short and fleeting, and we ultimately have no control over how others perceive us or our work.

Because if we're underground long enough, then we're dead.
If we don't find success or recognition for our creative work, then we might as well be dead, because we haven't truly left a mark on the world.