happy day everybody hope your day is happy

i- i- i- i-
i don’t wanna talk
every time i try i get cut off
i’m so fucking tired, i’m so fucking done
wish i would’ve stayed catholic, ‘cause maybe i could talk to God
but i can’t, so i won’t
i’ve always been the problem so leave me alone
and i’m always fucking solemn, my stare so cold
i wish i had her on my phone, but i don’t, and it hurts
so i’ll bleed, i’ll bleed
i’ll die at 17
i’m sorry to everyone who relies on me
i can’t fix this one, because i will never get what i need
who i need
who i see like 10 times a week
and it’s not that it’s her, it’s the fact that there’s always a girl
that reminds me of the guy that i’ll never be
and it’s fucked, it’s fucking over
i’m so fucked, i don’t even know her
i wish we were closer, i wish i could show her
but getting what i want isn’t fucking closure

people say things won’t fix themself and they’re right
i don’t have it in me to fix my life
and i don’t have it in me to want to try
anymore, anymore
i’d rather pass away on this floor
i can’t open up my door
i can’t, i just can’t

i could just fall apart at any second
this fucking gun, i’d never use it as a weapon
this chamber’s filled to deal with me, to teach a fucking lesson
rather have bullets in my head than this fucking obsession
and i’ll sigh, i just sigh away
LLD with a dove emoji, hope my soul will fly away
and i’d hurt fucking everyone, my family would find a grave
like oh my fucking god i’m sorry, if i have to die this way
maybe not, maybe it’s okay
maybe i just talk to her, maybe i just go away
maybe i just fuck off, it’ll take a few days
i can’t just die like this, there has to be another way
i’d rather stay, than die i guess
i hate the way, i’m insane when i’m depressed
it’s okay though, it’s okay
it’s okay, it’s okay

how the fuck do i stop myself, i caught myself
i just hate the fact that i’m always not myself
i forgot myself, like the fuck, bitch do i even want myself
like i taunt myself
like it’s her, it’s all about her
it’s all about me being so insecure
like what the fuck can you reassure
that’ll make me feel like i have worth
but it’s not worth the bleeding
my friends are feining, i’m fucking leaking
and i’m feeling like i don’t have a reason
i’m too low to be this high, but not in between it
i’m just feeling low on the ceiling
it’s all on me, gotta make this work
gotta stop hating myself, gotta stop hating this earth
and it hurts, but it’ll only get worse
if i give up, i give up, so i won’t

it’s so hard to change my mind
it’s like i don’t even talk to her but want her to be mine
it’s this stupid fucking feeling and it happens all the time
but like what the fuck she’s perfect i’m in love with her eyes
same shit all the time still the same shit
fucked up in the mind can’t change it
and she’s fine, can’t deny i can’t take it
i fucking hate it, i fucking hate it

(i fucking hate it)
(i fucking hate it, i fucking hate it)
(i fucking hate it, i fucking hate it)
(i fucking hate it, i fucking hate it)
i hate that i’m hating on me (i fucking hate it, i fucking hate it)
i really need to fucking stop it’s all weighing on me (i fucking hate it, i fucking hate it)
i need to fucking get up, nothing is waiting for me (i fucking hate it, i fucking hate it)
i need to take it, i need to get up and take it (i fucking hate it, i fucking hate it)

breh

i'm sick 7

Alternate version of parkS sometimes played at live shows.
This version was taken from the Channel 66 NYC performance. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=juVIUPHSVCM

tears of joy

MIKE - parkS (alt version/Victoria Park)

He thinks with his dick, you think with your heart
He tells you that you’re gonna be a star
It’s bitter, pass the fever on
The boys, they say the magic’s all gone

He’s loaded at the bar and herds the boys like sheep
(You're gonna be the next big thing)
He goes to war, don’t let him near someone like me

I face the wind, it sounds like God
There’s something that just feels so wrong
No skin to wear, no face to put on
The girls, they say the magic’s all gone

He’s loaded at the bar and herds the boys like sheep
(You're gonna be the next big thing)
He goes to war, don’t let him near someone like me

I detach the ground beneath
And the gravel’s on my teeth
And my God can’t give the help
Could you pass the fever to somebody else?

We used to run this city in a span of weeks
Those boys, they spiked my drink
Our secret’s safe with me

He’s loaded at the bar and herds the boys like sheep
(You're gonna be the next big thing)
He goes to war, don’t let him near someone like me

He thinks with his dick, you think with your heart
He tells you that you’re gonna be a star
It’s bitter, pass the fever on

Dead forever

MONDAY

untitled noise rock kinda

Vanisher, Horizon Scraper

THUNDRRR

NO QUESTIONS ASKED

NATURAL CAUSES

AT A TIME LIKE THIS

THE GREAT BAKUNAWA (with Danny Brown)

DANCING WITHOUT MOVING

soundcloud:tracks:2093701995

untitled noise rock kinda

mastermind world conqueror