Dariacore 2: Enter Here, Hell to the Left

...during pride month?

2024

lyrics

intro:

i'm so tired of being a fugitive
we all know that their measures are only punitive
i'm just a problem that cannot ever be fixed
i'm an object for them to get their kicks

chorus

my stummy's got an overload of pain (it's eating me alive)
i cannot contain this, there's no stimulation
i'm finding comfort in the basic necessities
but i'm getting complacent, addiction's adjacent

a better world's no longer possible
when the vultures are unstoppable
the world's just getting worse no matter what we do
so fuck the whole world, then do what you want to

verse 1:

i'm visiting the last dispensary
before it turns into an omnicide cemetery
not been long since leaving the penitentiary
and i need a remedy to lose my memory

the feeling of nausea that's been plaguing me
can't get back the innocence they've taken away from me
but i can taste the lettuce that the devil is catering me
defying the words of the lord who's forsaken me

but we know the hydroponic chronic is not enough
think outside the puff, gotta go off the cuff
into the kitchen where the snacks are on short supply
bank account too low and i am way too high

encourage the looting, no misunderstanding
ramen & candy, my body's expanding
hope this ain't longstanding, but i'm not withstanding
what remains on this planet

chorus

verse 2:

made peace with the lost lives I've been yearning
but at odds with the habits that I've been le6arning
too much comfort with this way of living; as i'm
stuffed like a turkey on thanksgiving

and it's not even my birthday or a holiday
i love to celebrate with eating Antoinette's cake
so much lard from the corpses on my plate
pigging and swallowing like i lost heaven's mandate

i feel sick, baby
I've got a problem, baby
not even starved, baby
so could i stop maybe

NO! we all need something to fill the void
GO! order slop from the drive-thru android
SO! undisciplined and i'm not even employed
BRO! if i run out again i'll be beyond annoyed

don't make me throw a tantrum, weight is a spectrum
can't leave a breadcrumb, nutrition troublesome
i'm an enormous mammoth, much too cumbersome
but i can't let go, it's in my chromosomes

chorus

post-chorus:

kneeling on my bathroom floor
the balance and my body are at war
this burning in my throat, i must regurgitate
can't gain weight if i pretend i never ate

verse 3:

if i look in the mirror one more time
the closer i'll be to running out of time
looking at my body makes me wanna kill myself
i picture sinking down the continental shelf

a complication that's impossible to solve
the damaged crops cause my diet to devolve
craving for emptiness, my newest sweet sensation
nowhere to go but down, that's my new destination

a world with no human rights for conservation
belies a nation with a hateful observation
secret supervision, give a fuck about my permission
their only mission is to put me back in prison

i could end it right now and i don't even need a reason
ideation merely a symptom of nuclear season
sick society, where treatment is considered treason
tonight i'm gonna dine big like i'm Jackie Gleason

cuisine hangover, no more room for curry
only have an appetite for the cold turkey
undernourished to the point where my vision is blurry
numbers on the balance running down like they're in a hurry

i'm getting too manic, i'm smoking in a panic
in search for a sandwich, with Terf Island's Bannock
i'm getting lost in transit, you know i can't stand it
they want me reprimanded before i leave the planet

pre-breakdown:

can't escape this police state
chronic torment til i die
memory stored, computer overlords
as i stand out on the fjord

i look down and wanna fall down
while the whole world sees me drown buuuut
my martyrdom plans play into their hands
as i'm dispatched back to the camp

breakdown:

there is no way out
there is no way out

can't escape; this police state
chronic torment til i die
aggregation, no separation
just another patient in the station

ending

(chronic torment til i die)

chronic torment

hi i'm bella™. i allegedly write "Music" and create "Songs" and may or may not have an album coming this year. allegedly.

chronic torment

Bella Bliss

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