You can’t deal with your soul
You can’t deal with your mind
For thinking too much
You seek for an empty road
To be fresh and free
People are like poison
They affect you with their bullshit
The world has been cursed
You can’t feel yourself
With a bunch of fools
They repeat the same **** all over again
Living is feeling like dying
the dark street is wasted
with weird creatures
you can’t see them by daylight
the cursed city has gone deep in hell
much deeper than heaven
girls are like puppet ******
they been controlled by money and desires
they have scars and secrets on their closets
broken nails and messy hair
it’s just a **** garden
where all you can see now
Religions are becoming pointless
They lost their touch nowadays
People have enough from them
The enslave games are finished
Even god is laughing at them
He knows the world is messed up
It’s like a show playing in Theater
We can only see
But not realize it
That we all in this hell hole together
Called cursed world
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
You can’t deal with your soul
You can’t deal with your mind
For thinking too much
You seek for an empty road
To be fresh and free
People are like poison
They affect you with their bullshit
The world has been cursed
You can’t feel yourself
With a bunch of fools
They repeat the same **** all over again
Living is feeling like dying
the dark street is wasted
with weird creatures
you can’t see them by daylight
the cursed city has gone deep in hell
much deeper than heaven
girls are like puppet ******
they been controlled by money and desires
they have scars and secrets on their closets
broken nails and messy hair
it’s just a **** garden
where all you can see now
Religions are becoming pointless
They lost their touch nowadays
People have enough from them
The enslave games are finished
Even god is laughing at them
He knows the world is messed up
It’s like a show playing in Theater
We can only see
But not realize it
That we all in this hell hole together
Called cursed world
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