Looking at the wall
Something is missing
It doesn't have my brain stains
I am so appalled
How the knife doesn't glisten
With blood straight from my veins
Straight from the source
Of course
Let nature run it's,
Nature run it's,
Nature run this
Simulation
Reality's a lie
A preoccupation
To see me die
Get out
Or die trying
I've fell down
And I'm trying to give myself
The things I deserve
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
Looking at the wall
Something is missing
It doesn't have my brain stains
I am so appalled
How the knife doesn't glisten
With blood straight from my veins
Straight from the source
Of course
Let nature run it's,
Nature run it's,
Nature run this
Simulation
Reality's a lie
A preoccupation
To see me die
Get out
Or die trying
I've fell down
And I'm trying to give myself
The things I deserve
But who are you to listen to the delusions of a defective mind?
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