I don’t cast spells/
I broadcast feels/
Electro magnetism/
Hermit crab shell.../

My room isn’t a room/
It’s a space/
And her Father’s at the door/
With a hole in his head/
He doesn’t like me/
I can’t explain myself/
He wants his money right now/
And I don’t ******* have it/

Random fire everywhere/
Existence is a dumping ground/
There is no air/
I’m breathing in dust/
Sweat lodged in my brain/
My skin is sand soaked in oil/
Bruises on my neck/
Now give me back my face/

Resisting the fantasy/
Reality is whatever sticks/
Stuck in a dream/
Or timeloop with holes in it/
Phasing in and out/
Then she gives me a gift/
Heart on a popsicle stick/
With “****!” written on it/
Thanks.../

No cap!/ x7

Life is a roundabout/
Death is an empty tank/
Afterlife is either a nature walk/
Or an exploding car/
Still stuck in the roundabout/
Debris everywhere/
Hard to move foward/
Through the half-dead bodies/

Another round in the mind fog/
Every day is groundhog, but not/
Grinding me down/
‘Till I can’t tell what’s up./