DESCRIPTION:
We do not own the rights to the lyrics performed in the chorus of this song, which were written by Matchbox Twenty. We do not claim ownership of any sound that was inspired by the song Unwell by Matchbox Twenty. This song is not for profit and is made as a tribute to pay homage to a song that has had an impact on the life of artist Corey Cunningham.
A warm thank you to Matchbox Twenty. Your music has made a difference.
This song was produced/mixed/mastered by Nox Beatz.
Order:
Chorus: Josh Hooper & Andrea Blanchard

Verse One: Corey Cunningham

As I wade through the waters of displacement and carnage
I feel the shame and the heartlessness of my hatred incarnate
now this anchor is stopping my stride, the ache of this chronic
Psychological decomposition is breaking my conscience
Blaming this monster inside of me, who's as blatantly honest
As I'm deceptive, it's perceptive to the pain that I've processed
And the greatness I've harnessed, just to trade it for garbage
Eternally, it's burning me... like the angel of darkness
And I may be obnoxious, kind'a zany and thoughtless
But maybe I'm not just another nameless, angry agnostic
Who's shady and godless, caustic, crazy and toxic
Shoving my views down your throat then put a razor across it
They say I'm psychotic, but I'm just weighing my options
I felt the change that I wanted, and now I'm shaken and nauseous
I disgust myself, I guess that means I'm making some progress
But every time I line up the sights they start changing the targets
My patience was slaughtered with music, the game is moronic
Still bored with the billboards, till the day that Drake is Uncharted
Strange and methodical, insanely melodic, maiming the carcass
Of an instrumental, blood and tears, the only paint for an artist
And so I offer you this portrait, my disdain as a sonnet
As I wear my heart on my sleeve, scattered veins on my garments
Crooked inside, look in my eyes, straight through the sockets
I'm not crazy, I'm unwell... worth saving, I promise

Chorus: Josh Hooper & Andrea Blanchard

Verse Two: Joey Werra

Till I disappear in the thinnest air, umma grin and bare
My minutes here, I sit and stare at everyone who been aware
I'm in the chair they put me in, looking in at the lunatic
Taking my own medicine, everyone had a spoon of it
Assume I'm sick, it's psychological, prodigal, heart of gold
I been told too many times I guess, I got to go
Away from society, silence me if I try to speak
The hate that's inside of me violently, why'd you lie to me?
And tell me I could be whatever I wanted? Forever I'm haunted
I'm honest, you said and you promised, all this
As long as I'm liking the sight of this Vicodin, then I can end
The fight within, can I begin too maybe live my life again?
Instead of medicine, acetaminophen is setting in
I'll never ever win, I let depression in, and settling
For less is my problem, I be the best in the ballroom
Just another quiet peaceful dance and destiny's solemn
I want em to find the reason I could be in a great mood
Stop, and now I'm leaving while I'm screaming I hate you
Make you feel the pain and everything that your son felt
Wait, is he insane? Some are saying he's unwell
Hell, you know me better, Joey Werra, told ya hold ya head up
Now homie get up, if your thinking that you're lonely, never
Feel like that, if you can feel my track
Then you know I'm someone coming from a real life past

Chorus: Josh Hooper & Andrea Blanchard


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