Fuckin' Point?

[Illume]

I gravitate towards habits for habits sake,
Rhetoric created lately is placed to captivate.
Urged to craft a cape, save, then decapitate,
I'm a paradox and half of me's only half awake.
In comin' days they'll ask 'was he a cast away'?
Or an ocean's bottle trapped lonely in a vacuum state.
When I pass away I'll be asked what did I have to say.
What I had to say is asking what point is there if I pass away.
I'm here today, then taken. 'It happens mate'.
It happens mate. I'm cast here to look past the grave.
But I'd have no grave if I wasn't cast here for happenin's sake.
So what the fuck to ask in this rap I make?
Do I get made to watch me be fabricated?
Why fabricate it if it's made nut' but a bad mistake?
Would a man relate if he heard what was the captain's take?
Or .... perhaps we're just a habit made here for habit's sake.