RAP Battle - Violent Violin

This violin makes me violent, thinking loudly,
Disturbing my peace from the outside in,
I am sitting super still but without pride in my eyes,
Take a deep breath and realize,
There're so many lies all around us,
The green grass and the fresh meadow,
All I wanted and this melody disturbing my melancholy.
It makes me drunk like an alcoholic.
Solitary confinement my sole is in.
Whatever the Book promised us is superficial.
Artificial love cannot be articulated without assistant staff on call.
In the stall I am crying trying to be sober, not to lose my composure.
I need a closure of this beat.
I cannot by myself quit, help my Father,
I would rather hide my sorrow and
Not expose my weak internal organs.
I am hard on the surface with a stern face looking straight into
the future, disregarding reality using all known profanity.
Sobriety I cannot gain until the music goes on,
I cannot gain control over the master of these tones
Like heavy stones they cover me whole,
and I am going down like a blind mole....