Boredewil - blister (killer)

I fuck up every chance that I get yeah
Impulsive decisions in my death bed
If I could run I would try yeah
But you're in a car driving faster
I fuck up my attempt at introductions
Little coughs and sneezes in the text book
Small glimpses into dimensions that I mess with
What I create isn't art it's just fiction
Blister cut my finger
Cut my brain up, cook my liver
Blister cut my finger
Blood system, gut killer
Blister cut my finger
Cut my brain up, cook my liver
Blister cut my finger
Blood system, gut killer
2 close, 7 far away
I try, then I run away
I'm scared to go out of the way
To impress myself cause that's insane
Can I change the way I look for once
Every time I wake up feeling like a dunce
No one really wants me to be out of luck
But never contribute, like I'm a criminal fuck
Blister cut my finger
Cut my brain up, cook my liver
Blister cut my finger
Blood system, gut killer
Blister cut my finger
Cut my brain up, cook my liver
Blister cut my finger
Blood system, gut killer
Minty fresh feeling in my chest
In my veins, I digest
It's insane, but I digress
Can I get a cleaner for my end
Ending worse than movies tend
Because I got no story to tell
It's the same for me I've given up
I've made it up
My mind is giving up
My body fell asleep
Colder than frozen meat
Cut up, it's time to eat
Cut up, never mind the teeth
It's only there so you can see
How far deep the mind can reach
How far your willing to be
In the circle where you'll end your peace
Blister cut my finger
Cut my brain up, cook my liver
Blister cut my finger
Blood system, gut killer
Blister cut my finger
Cut my brain up, cook my liver
Blister cut my finger
Blood system, gut killer

Written by:
Saturninas Šiudeikis

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