keeping myself in handcuffs
digesting powders off the coffee table for intentions of acension
there's new lenses covering my eyes now
it's not bright in my prison she knows I'm just high now
I shouldn't have to question my existence
mother raised me a prophet
I'm disobeying my doctor
ive been stripping peoples affection from my life
you're supposed to get me high why the **** do I want to die now?
my soul is dripping down the drain, my bones are building their own coffins
I'll keep chasing rabbits, whole face in the faucet