born with the curse of the beast
atleast i am not possessed by demons 
or so i thought 
dance in the dark havin arguements with myself sick of this shit train of thought 
i cant kill myself i could not stand to hurt mom 
so im stuck in this loop of habitual toxic thinkin 
fuck what am i thinkin why am i like this i cant find a reason 
searchin for pleasure i think that i need it 
tear at my skin with my nails fallin off 
memories deep in my core i cut off 
born to kill time born 2 lose drop dead 


i swear im benevolent truth of it is every part of mes malevolent 
born to be rid of bliss 
send a bezel to my home ill erase you off my list 
i dont know how the fuck to love 
im a slave to my dick devil in my pants two horns and a pitchfork pokin at me whore you
wage a war there is no benefit i reckon im the best youll ever fuckin get

benevolence

orion