SAND IN IT'S MOUTH - compile VIII

You're a presence in my mind like Lila
Every single subtle silhouette i see when i'm in a lacuna
Feeling demon like tyler
But i'm serious about it
This pit is successful
Can we get any higher
Meds haven't worked and i'm struggling and i'm tired
I haven't started working, still i feel heat of a fire
Maybe caused by my mental
Resulting inside "you're fired"
I just wanna lie here
Go, go
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't
Fuck, don't
Don't
I got so many baggage inside the corbis
Lived in many times
Shell of many corpses
Happiness is tricks, i don't wanna por favor this
I cant seem to open my mouth without speaking morbid
I got so many baggage in the corbis
Laughing at the tics
At the sight of what i hoarded
I've go
No more (no saving)
I've go (don't save me)

Written by:
Edick Shaner

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