i bled through my inhibitions cause obsessions never cheap
holding it in's efficient till it's dripping from the threading of the seams
You seem like you hesitate to specify your dreams
If I said I had a winning one I'd be lying through my teeth

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callin out for a lifeline
in my reasonable tone
i muffle all my cries for help
so i'll be left the fuck alone

cause i'm a coward for clarity
confusion leaves me pissed
so don't call this a love song
whatever the fuck that is

so come to the pity party
music starts at 8
I'm flushing all my adderall (did i spell that right at all)
my music is a spectacle of
everything I hate
and I'm my own subject
angel-less crime
if I execute a construct
then I guess I'm doing time

I don't need an accomplice
to re-animate the dead
I do it every morning when I open my eyes
and I don't end my life instead

I found my god
in a shallow grave where humanity set its bar
she said you'll take a walk in your fathers shoes
and boy you won't get too far
cause you're a burden
who will never out grow (run) themself
so take your nightmares let the dust rest
on the shelf

I wake up in the morning and I fake my will to live
I give it all I got but I get tired of the giving
when there's nothing left to give
my heart is a graveyard
My soul is a mess
You'll see me on the other side
when my sins are confessed

I know how to fly
I swept my off my feet
When I finally kiss the pavement
there will be no elegy