Tell me why
The children of Africa are brung up
Only when I try to scream for help
Tell me why
An echoe implodes inside my mind
Nothing is wrong, its all a show
Like white draped over corpses
Your comparisons muffle my cries
A broken leg is still a broken leg
After a thousand broken necks
So
Depression is still depression
After a couple of sadistic ******
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC
Tell me why
The children of Africa are brung up
Only when I try to scream for help
Tell me why
An echoe implodes inside my mind
Nothing is wrong, its all a show
Like white draped over corpses
Your comparisons muffle my cries
A broken leg is still a broken leg
After a thousand broken necks
So
Depression is still depression
After a couple of sadistic ******