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I got motherfuckin' brain fog, die off, internal kibosh
Tired of al the violent pirate like inner dialog
Loud as a lions roar
Some days I feel I follow in footsteps of a dinosaur
And ending it, cause there's venom in my bloodstream
Anger is disgusting
And I mask this pain with the food, booze and fucking these floozies
A cry for help that got lost up in the acoustics
Man, fuck music
Fuck social dude, took the easier route
Literally the easier root, she was Eve with the fruit
Trusting the snake instead of seeing our truth now
Like owl, like who's using who now
Had the broom out, sweep it under the rug
Full moon was out. Acting like big brother
And fucking with my emotions and now they say I chose this?
Cross between king cobra and blow fish
Blowing up from rosacia, she spitting venom, not coping
White as a ghost of the christmas past
And I'm still out in the dark in the rain

Went from house, to house, to house
To house, I couldn't go inside
Scared what I might find
And so I
Walked around, around, around, around
From dumpster to dive
I couldn't go inside
My oikophobia

See every blessing ignored becomes a curse man
Feel like the worst version of myself
Every time I drink another San Miguel
I sink like a hermit crab in my shell, I think with my genitals
Used to be a gentleman
General type of diligence, applauded for killing them
But this was way before I knew the force
Of my thoughts and the limitless experience, the brilliance
Was inside, but I was stunted
By confronted fear an anaconda around my windpipe
I can't speak, thinking I was broken
Unable to say I love you, frozen by the emotion man
Was left unspoken
For like 21 years, before then certain friends called me queer
But those friends ended up addicted to gear
See that's a world of fear for you
No one to say I'm here for you
No one to lend an ear for you
And tell you you're imperial
No, so I

Went from house, to house, to house
To house, I couldn't go inside
Scared what I might find
And so I
Walked around, around, around, around
From dumpster to dive
I couldn't go inside
My oikophobia

Text přidal DevilDan

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