Bass Boosted Version of the Original
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immortality,
isn't something I thought I'd blessed with,
running from the shit I didn't mess with,
I just let my head live,
cuz my body outpaced me,
and it's facing,
certain destruction,
immolation is a form of corruption,
but gore is a form of art,
if your in love with bleeding parts,
I ripped the sleeves off of my heart,
so I could show of my arms,
my guns and my scars,
my stomach has starved,
and mouth is just craving,
the taste of a human,
debating, the morals replacing,
the formal, conjections of mortals,
a section of portals,
that led to my funeral,
they used me, communal,
i'm not looking youthful,
my skin is peeling off my motherfucking face,
and my eyes lost their light,
and my tongue lost it's taste,
for love, when I put it above,
the drugs, and the casket I hung,
over my bed in hopes I die young,
they can't give me an iron lung,
cuz my blood will rust, the pipes and combust,
send shrapnel to those that I trust,
the apple of knowledge is blood,
we spilled it not knowing no good,
they ripped out my veins,
and they poked out my eyes,
and they laid me in flames,
and they cooked me alive,
and they buried me shallow,
so when I'm back to life,
I crawl out again,
and I'm met with their knives,
guess I'm not a human,
I don't deserve rights,
I only do wrong,
so I stay up at night,
and I scream to the void,
in hopes of some respite,
People don't care, they're just after what's mine,
be that what it is, I don't see what you sight,
maybe the last of my joy could bring you delight,
After this time, I don't think I'll survive,
But I tighten my grip, and I heat up the knife,
and I'm singing my wounds, so the burns give me life,
Blood drips from my eyes, but I'm drove by the spite,
my heart isn't working, my lungs out of time,
my kidneys gave up, and my liver subsides,
my brains filled with rage, it'll never say die,
my muscles they stiffen, I force them to move,
my jaws locked in placed, but I force me to chew,
my nails they still grow, and they sharpen to points,
my hairs getting long, and i'm breaking my joints,
I'm so fucking tired, and think what's the point,
And the rage settles back, and I lift up my chin,
If I never give up then the demons can't win,
if the demons don't win, then I never did fail,
if they destroy my world, and they tear me apart,
dislocate my limbs, and feed me my own heart,
kill me, or torture me, then press restart,
I play out these loops, and I'm playing my cards,
spreading some joy, while i'm spreading some harm,
dealing back evil, pay kindness in like,
Holy art thou, while my head's on a spike,
What we are now, just thoughts in my mind,
How many times have I died?
28 сен 2024
