Im a perfect **** up who is getting ****** up perfectly.
It's more than just a possibility it's a certainty
Nowadays it feels like it's been an Eternity.
Eternally I hold everything inside til I implode Internally.
It's an uncomfortable uncertainty.
That personally leaves me figetting nervously
That Inadvertently builds such a sense of urgency.
It really becomes a state of emergency.
I **** up things with expert percession.
I promise I do not need anyone else's permission
All the bad intentions turn into even worse decisions
Always following centuries old family traditions
So now I am losing all of my Inhibitions
It's those conditions that lead to our convictions
I have quite a few contradictions about this kind of existence
I may need a little bit of assistance kicking all these **** addictions
It's easy for me to just keep going the distance
We all have ambitions but I doubt that will actually make a difference
I can't seem to concentrate
Panic to me is a constant state
Isn't this just ******* great
Oh the things I sometimes contemplate
The situation always seems to escalate
From this hell there is no escape
i am beginning to disassociate
Why do I keep tempting fate
I don't meditate I just self medicate
No one can save me now. I'm ****** it's too late
If I'm lucky before I wake maybe I will suffocate
Life is like a games of charades and I stand here pretty much a jack of all trades.
I went to what was once a pretty place. where the most beautiful flowers would grow, now it's more like a cold barren cementry
where I buried my dark dead soul.
Buried deep down inside a 15 foot hole.
Now it's time for me to go and see if I can fake finding comfort while rocking this bowl
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 7:31 PM UTC
Im a perfect **** up who is getting ****** up perfectly.
It's more than just a possibility it's a certainty
Nowadays it feels like it's been an Eternity.
Eternally I hold everything inside til I implode Internally.
It's an uncomfortable uncertainty.
That personally leaves me figetting nervously
That Inadvertently builds such a sense of urgency.
It really becomes a state of emergency.
I **** up things with expert percession.
I promise I do not need anyone else's permission
All the bad intentions turn into even worse decisions
Always following centuries old family traditions
So now I am losing all of my Inhibitions
It's those conditions that lead to our convictions
I have quite a few contradictions about this kind of existence
I may need a little bit of assistance kicking all these **** addictions
It's easy for me to just keep going the distance
We all have ambitions but I doubt that will actually make a difference
I can't seem to concentrate
Panic to me is a constant state
Isn't this just ******* great
Oh the things I sometimes contemplate
The situation always seems to escalate
From this hell there is no escape
i am beginning to disassociate
Why do I keep tempting fate
I don't meditate I just self medicate
No one can save me now. I'm ****** it's too late
If I'm lucky before I wake maybe I will suffocate
Life is like a games of charades and I stand here pretty much a jack of all trades.
I went to what was once a pretty place. where the most beautiful flowers would grow, now it's more like a cold barren cementry
where I buried my dark dead soul.
Buried deep down inside a 15 foot hole.
Now it's time for me to go and see if I can fake finding comfort while rocking this bowl
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