stuck in a cloud of depravity
walking around full of apathy
i reached the consensus that i feel that my deepest shadows is after me
took a slow fall into the great unknown
that realization of yourself and your environment will leave your mind blown
the plants all have cysts
the film is fading out
whatever we had is now suffering from a terrible drought
put that depression in the sun
water that anxiety and then you are done
enlightenment is equal to photosynthesis
this is just a audio postcard hope to see you whenever you get this
still failing to grasp your hand
when ever we have a conversation
yung piece of shit strikes again
looking at me will make you want to play world's smallest violin
i have no intention of conforming to your emotion
as water leaks from the ceiling
i get this distant feeling
as a knife rips through my flesh
surely you must've thought violence was best
as i lay to rest
wishing you would go to hell
curses
seams through these wicked verses