Weird emo noise rap go brrr

((LYRICS))

I'm sorry

I'm sorry to always make it about me
I'm bouta be a statistic
If shit don't start getting different

I'm sick of it
Gettin harder to live with it
Man this just aint livin
Don't matter where, I'm not fittin in

 I'm

Banking in single digits
Like basic fucking addition
No fixing starving musicians
I need a fix but which addiction?

Pitiful existence 
of cynicism and medicine
A self made prison of visions
I bash my head against

BREA-THING! WALLS! SO TALL!
WHERES THE TOP
IM
IM STUCK AT THE BOTTOM

AND

ME AND ME
JUST CANT SEEM TO EVER AGREE
CANT FEEL THE GROUND 
BENEATH MY FEET AND NOW I

STILL CANT
CANT SHAKE THE GRIP OF THESE PAIN MEDS
FEEL BRAINDEAD
WORDS THAT I'VE SAID BURN LIKE LEAD

I HEAR THEM RING INSIDE MY HEAD
WITH THE PRESSURE OF STACKING FEATHERS
TILL THEY GO MAYWEATHER
THE AMPHETAMINES OUTA ME LET ME SLEEP I NEED IT

SO PITIFUL, CYNICAL JUST TO FIX ME 
ITS GONNA TAKE A MIRACLE
UNBEATABLE MENTAL ILLNESS GOIN SPIRITUAL
THIS HEARING FULL 
OF SIN RIDDLED
ONLY-SEEIN-UNFORGIVABLE INDIVIDUALS
GRADUAL RESIDUALS FROM WEARING CLOTHES
KEEP ON DIGGING HOLES

I DONT KNOW WHAT IM MISSIN BUT ITS GONE
FOR SO LONG I'VE LONGED TO BE MORE THAN JUST THE SPAWN OF TWO BROKEN PEOPLE
SCREAMING FROM THE BOTTOM OF SHEEP'S STEEPLES OF MAN'S EVILS
FOR JUST A CHANCE TO BELONG

Now sob song singing's what ive finally come to
I've always been too dumb to do anything else I wanna do
No matter how hard I try not to
I always lose the things that once pushed me to move
I'm always losin, yuh

Waste of space
turnin my brain to a paste laced with K2 
I'm tryin to make due
Mirror, who are you?

Its hard to hate the people that made you
Afraid to 
Admit it after after treated that way 
By who that bathed you

Or- something I don't know...
You're tryna make dough
I'm just tryna cope bro where you at?
You're all cap

At the way back
Back of the math class, poppin heart attacks
Surrounded by the shit that I lack
Fuck your racks

BREA-THING! WALLS! SO TALL!
WHERES THE TOP
IM
IM STUCK AT THE BOTTOM

AND

ME AND ME
JUST CANT SEEM TO EVER AGREE
CANT FEEL THE GROUND 
BENEATH MY FEET AND NOW I

STILL CANT
CANT SHAKE THE GRIP OF THESE PAIN MEDS
FEEL BRAINDEAD
WORDS THAT I'VE SAID BURN LIKE LEAD

I HEAR THEM RING INSIDE MY HEAD
WITH THE PRESSURE OF STACKING FEATHERS
TILL THEY GO MAYWEATHER
THE AMPHETAMINES OUTA ME LET ME SLEEP I NEED IT

SO PITIFUL, CYNICAL JUST TO FIX ME 
ITS GONNA TAKE A MIRACLE
UNBEATABLE MENTAL ILLNESS GOIN SPIRITUAL
THIS HEARING FULL 
OF SIN RIDDLED
ONLY-SEEIN-UNFORGIVABLE INDIVIDUALS
GRADUAL RESIDUALS FROM WEARING CLOTHES
KEEP ON DIGGING HOLES

So Pitiful, Aren't We?

Prod. HANNiBAL SKULLFUCK
Art. Phantxmy
Mix. Phantxmy

LECTER Ft. HANNiBAL SKULLFUCK

Render by yipyip13 on Insta
Mix: me
The producer doesn't deserve credit.

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WARNING

No skill, no talent, no mindset, nothing but 100% raw, unfiltered mental illness. If even someone like me can make something of themselves regardless of how small, insignificant, futile, or grotesque it may be, anybody can.

Cringe emo femboy that makes noisy experimental indie emo rap... whatever the fuck this is. Part of the CotN collective, we new as fuck and barely have shit out though.

So Pitiful, Aren't We?

SaD:

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