Feeling like a black slime
is it criminal,
if in my room alone?
and no one is here to see
my mom wonders
what's wrong with me
she gave birth to a deviant
and I can only deceive the world for so long
there's nowhere I belong
I should put it in a song
sitting here, starving out
at least I'm healing slowly
thinking about if everyone in the world was dead
judgement day, coming now
hell and heaven, coming down
nothing left to do
but
die
and go to hell
I'll burn forever
for not praying
I'll burn forever