A Walkthrough...

I need some batteries before I cut wormholes in my face, crookedly curdle fetal and reach for the sky within me to end this race
See I ain't pulling no more, yet pushing to punch a pin cushion
Knuckles are draggin' so trails I'm leaving breathing fire like circus people
And I don't wanna be the one, but can I talk to the manager please?
See I'm just following up with a bag of being broke in Vagabonia
Brother I tells you, life is silly if you think it's solidified
I'm feeling alive, but it's sad inside if your not subtle or satisfied