it's kinda fucked up,isn't it?

Feels like my clock's run outCan only see when I'm looking down Tryna find a way to get out of this guillotine Can't go through another day Wishing my whole life away I'm starting to lose my faith in reality
This time I've had enoughI'm putting my hands up I hate the way I'm lost in my own city Everybody's hustling Trying to find where I fit in But I know, yeah I know the end is where it begins