попытка №5

S.O.S.

bei eblo vsem ft. diklor

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profit (prod. dj pizdalet & 555Kenichi)

щастье

модный приговор

TROS (prod. dj pizdalet)

телефон

Bashing my head against the fucking walls again

Brains running down the walls

Teeth chipped broken dead rat bleeds motherfucker shouldn't have bit 

me 

Smashed it's fucking body it's brains all over walls right after I slit my wrists with a smile numb cold winter midnight blood lust horror suicide show send me to the hospital please never forgive me 

First before the fucking day before Christmas 13 aged what did you all think O he didn't know any better I knew exactly what I was doing emptying your  hatred that lay rotted decayed  dead rattled flesh the inside

Before

Dipped

I mean fucking dropped in anger deep into scolding bathtub water the images broken blurs scared with psychical pain  

The inside of my lungs

 on silts throats fingers wrap around each time 

I have the impulse 

To slit my wrists 

Every time I Say I hate you 

After you say fuck you

You

Bitch it was never a phase and 

Whore your never going to win

This bustard son born as the devil I'm his son An anti social freak a fucking mental disease a personality disorder that rots me to the core 
I'm split in 8 

 modes I let my minds unwind around both of your spines hidden behind these eyes

are blind the mindless madness blistered with agony screaming suffering crying waiting nothing but to end all these nightmare feasting on all these frozen over suspended in animation  locked trapped in time fogged over worm eating images I wish I thought I knew bleeding all over the gore the horror the sex the blood this horrible world

 this deepening endless void trapped in anti gravity 

I hope one day to be whole one day I hope and pray that day will come

no 

I don't 

Think it ever will

Alters Of Suicide Trauma Holders Five Mothyii Alice

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diklor