<what are you thinking about?>
<nothing.>
<wanna know what im thinking about?>

the walls are closing in on me again
i cannot leave
so if i suck up all the oxygen
can they still breathe?

if it’s all in my head
then why am i stuck again?
living life through a screen,
hold conversations through threads
hypochondriac at best
so could you please check my vitals?

pray for cardiac arrest
so i’ll be dead on arrival 

<youre angry at everyone
I know you have a lot to be angry about.
but keeping it to yourself and being quiet, like you're doing,
its not going to help you> 

way too often i find myself
in situations i could do without
i’ll sedate myself to handle going out
now i wish i didn’t come, i need to shut my mouth
(i need to shut my mouth)
why i did leave my house?
(why did i leave my house?)

i suck to be around

so if it’s all in my head
then why am i still in bed?
self induced lucid dreams,
and leaving my friends on read
isolated at rest,
i’m hoping this time it’s final.

pray for cardiac arrest
so i’ll be dead on arrival!

(so i’ll be dead on arrival!)
(so i’ll be dead on arrival!)

if it’s all in my head!
if it’s all in my head!
if it’s all in my head!

(so i’ll be dead on arrival!)

in my head!
in my head! 
in my head!
in my head! 

so i’ll be dead on arrival.

<there's pain underneath, that's where our work needs to go.
what is it about society that disappoints you so much?>

<oh I don't know.
feels like all our heroes are counterfeit.
the world itself, just one big hoax.
spamming each other with our burning commentary bullshit,
masquerading as insight.
we wanna be sedated.
because its painful not to pretend.
because were cowards.
fuck society.>

dead on arrival (prod. capsized)

Ræven. 20. LA.
i fucking hate my song soapd!sh

Not gone yet.

May be part of @cirrus-plains

Contact: Volatice@gmail.com

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