I C E B E AR! - Flying Nimbus

Talk about demons in your head
No one gives a fuck about you, right until you end up dead
Talk about the fist between your legs
It's what the therapist would say to me when I was younger filled with rage
Talk about my fucking hollowed heart
It's the aftermath of all this pain, I should've said this from the start
Tell me what this life could've brought
Besides dead people, scars, loneliness, I'll name em all
Day one, my dad was murdered, ran the fuck over
Year seven my mom was murdered stabbed fourty times
The person that did it was dear old stepdad, he slit his throat, do I
How the fuck am I supposed to act
Like I give a fuck or should, like ever, scratch that
I can only fucking care so much
So if you're sensitive you're fucked
That sucks cuz so am I
Talk about demons in your head
No one gives a fuck about you, right until you end up dead
Talk about the fist between your legs
It's what the therapist would say to me when I was younger filled with rage
Talk about my fucking hollowed heart
It's the aftermath of all this pain, I should've said this from the start
Tell me what this life could've brought
Besides dead people, scars, loneliness, I'll name em all

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