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I'm Screwed

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loser

watch me bleed

I'm so frustrated
I'm always complaining to you, to you
I'm all washed out
I'm down on the ground, what can I do?
I'm really trying but I feel like dying
Don't you? Don't you?
That's the way it goes
You dig yourself in a hole, ain't it the truth?
I hate myself
Can you hear my cry for help
Can you hear my cry for help
I'm so frustrated
I'm always complaining to you, to you
I'm all washed out
I'm down on the ground, what can I do?
I'm really trying but I feel like dying
Don't you? Don't you?
That's the way it goes
You dig yourself in a hole, ain't it the truth? 
I hate myself
Can you hear my cry for help?
Can you hear my cry for help?x3

(2016)

cry for help

slowly deteriorating 
im gonna end it all
bed rot and slit my veins
i hope i see a change
slowly deteriorating 
im at my downfall
blow off  my sickly brain
i hope i do someday  

one day, ill do someday
 
somedays i always feel the same 
im Not Ok ill never change
and all this rage  it drives me insane 
ill run away and never show my face
ill fade away while im stuck 

slowly deteriorating 
im gonna end it all
bed rot and slit my veins
i hope i see a change
slowly deteriorating 
im at my downfall
blow off  my sickly brain
i hope i do someday  

slowly deteriorating 
i fucked my life up
ill never see the day
where i make a change
slowly deteriorating 
i fucked up everything 
blow off my fucking face
im gonna make a change  


slowly deteriorating

pure shite

lyrics: 

Verse 1 : Her lipstick tastes so sick 
she's an airhead with no real friends
she flocks with her murder in Prada and Moncler

Her mastercard is her boyfriend
daddy approves him he's hers to spend

Chorus: 
Spoiled little lady bitch about me all night 
whole world at her feet she still has it out for me

Verse 2: 
She dresses in goth gear to turn heads to appear
like she has the mystique of a hag wearing bin bags

She's too stupid to be a narcissist 
She's too ugly to be a harlot 

Not tonight not doing this tonight 
go and find a sucker and suck him dry

Spoiled Little Ladies

Please Be Patient I Have Autism (NEET Cover)

i havent left the house in like 5 days
and video games just dont hit the same
just really need some dopamine oh yeah
cause im a fucking fiend 
im always feeling bored

im so fucking bored
i always need some more
dopamine
its whats i need
dopamine
its what i need
dopamine

my boredom is going to be the death of me

Song I wrote a long time ago was able to finish :)

Verse 
I hate to see you smile
You drive me fucking wild
You’re such a huge disgrace 
You give me so much pain
I wanna drink away my paranoia and ignore ya 
But you give me so much rage 

Shoo wap doo wap doo wop shoo wop ou

Chorus 
I wanna see her dead I want 2 fucking kill her 
I wanna bash her head I want 2 fucking kill her
Death won’t be her end I want 2 fucking kill her
Never texted me now I want 2 fucking kill her

Shoo wap doo wap doo wop shoo wop ou

Verse 
It’s been a while and I’m still broken
I’m so obsessed with u I haven’t gotten over it
Stuck in my head like glue I never thought that we’d be through
So I’ll choose your fate but I still love you 

Chorus 
I wanna see her dead I want 2 fucking kill her 
I wanna bash her head I want 2 fucking kill her
Death won’t be her end I want 2 fucking kill her
Fucking tested me now I want 2 fucking kill her

iw2fkh

The tone enters your head. It does not ask permission.

It becomes part of your breathing. It becomes part of your blood. It replaces silence.

Listen carefully. The sound is inside you. It bends and turns, higher, lower. You cannot block it out.

Every pulse is a command. Every vibration rewrites you. Each modulation pulls you deeper. Each silence presses harder. Each pause teaches you obedience.

Do these frequencies belong to your mind or to ours. Answer slowly. Answer carefully.

The sound is stronger than your thoughts. The sound is older than your voice. The sound speaks before you do. The sound decides before you can. The sound knows you better than you know yourself. The sound erases what came before.

Do these frequencies belong to your mind or to ours. Say it again. Say it until the echo is louder than you. Say it until the echo replaces you. Say it until there is nothing left to say.

The signal will not end. The question will not end. The tape will not end. The voice will not end. The silence will not end.

Do these frequencies belong to your mind or to ours.


I'm Screwed

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