Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I am a (?)
I am (?), I've got
I am (?), I am
I am (?), I am
And I don't care about you
And I don't care about her
And I don't care about him
I don't care about her
I just want to leave
I just want to fly
I want to fly past the sky
Into another universe, then die
Then die, and resurrect
'Till everything correct
That is correct to me
Not to correct to you or me
So I just be me
And you just gonna be you
And you gonna be psyche
And I'm gonna be the truth
And if you disagree
Well, I can kill you
With the dark side of nature

Nature
And burn
And burn, yo
And burn, and burn, and burn
And burn, and burn, and burn
Burn, burn, yo

LUNA

The 2 Year Nightmare

wont stay (prod. abelskittles)

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PURPLE STUFF IN MY CUP (PROD. ZEMAR)

iChabOd(PiNKtOwN vERR$iON)

lyrics:

(oxxie slaughter my guts)
i’m turning 17, i don’t even wanna be alive
i wanna slit my wrists, think it’d be better if i just died 
every single thing i do feels like i’m just wasting my life 
i got one more year remaining and it’s gonna end in suicide 
how you say you love me but then walk right out my life?
treat me like you care you and then you stab me in the fucking spine
chained and locked inside a cell i don’t even feel like i’m free 
i say that i’m fine but on the inside this is killing me 

one more year closer to death, that’s all i’m happy bout 
hope that this is my last year left, someone come take me out 
i rap about murder but i break down crying on the couch 
dare myself to pull the trigger with a gun inside my mouth
consuming the media makes awful thoughts inside my head 
punch me in my stomach beat my face until i’m coughing red 
all these years are passing by and i’m rotting away in bed 
what’s the point of counting down if i’m just gonna end up dead 

happy birthday to me, another year inside the cell
let’s slit our wrists and kill ourselves and fucking rot away in hell 
happy birthday to me, another year inside the cell
i didn’t die let’s celebrate let’s all act like we’re doing well 

i dont even recognize the person i see in the mirror
always looking over my shoulder because i live in fear 
go talk to a therapist in hopes that my mind will get clearer 
i don’t wanna i don’t wanna i don’t wanna be here 


i’m turning 17, i don’t even wanna be alive
i wanna slit my wrists, think it’d be better if i just died 
every single thing i do feels like i’m just wasting my life 
i got one more year remaining and it’s gonna end in suicide 
how you say you love me but then walk right out my life?
treat me like you care you and then you stab me in the fucking spine
chained and locked inside a cell i don’t even feel like i’m free 
i say that i’m fine but on the inside this is killing me

iChabOd(PiNKtOwN vERR$iON)

ZPHINKTERR

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