i block my thoughts out when i live in a closed house tho
telepathic they can hear me
u ir in psychosus then
what they tell u
what u see
make believe
swittch it
like u have no option or else u die
seeing the truth
sex and money troubles
all your happy miricales way under ground
pissing on you as u sit outside the flats
slow steps as they try and remind of who u are when your sadisst ways traps u to interupt the peace and flow
the faceial expressions stepping on to the street is your own life when they looked around and noticed you
finally the mexican man is there watching you looking back slow evolution to the samur in suits they hate forigners
its time for a movie after the money slug i am found
the scent to entise but failed the dice i rolled in the past the cards i drew
your memory of falling asleep without fear
phone calls at night in the drain u r alone we've all been there before looking just for you
sky scrapers and paranoid insects on the hunt
i can smell your fear like a pedophile on heat.
im running away enuuf dicks in my face.
sitting there scared to death
waste the blood on my own tounge
over the ocean into the rocks i saw fire works and the distrubance of rape to run u down the magic trick left beinhd as many would say the last figure u saw to saw goodbye the witch of the cross the curse of a babies death
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