Symi Nemesis - Talking To Myself

I'm sick of life
But They won't listen
To my guys
We wasting time
But I don't feel it
Should I die
But Angels silent
So is Krystal
So is Fulham
Suicidal
I'll just bill it
Apple fritters
Lemme kill it
Then i'll do it
Then i'll do it
I'm sick of
Everyone in your life knows you from drugs
So if you're not useful why would they give a fuck?
How the fuck you tryna find a single atom in the dust
You should move like a dick and let blood vessels bust
Relapsed again? Retarded little fuck
In fact, you deserve that for trusting the little Cunt
Show me your fucking arm, go on show me how it's done
You make me hate humans and their silly little thoughts
Oi useless
Listen you little cunt
It's time to get drunk don't you dare sober up
You don't even like drink but its fucking bottles up
Listen the voddy and morgans swim inside your guts
Lips burn faces squirm but you're not fucking done
No one gives a fuck if your liver hurling up stuffs
Vision twelve F P S so you know the time
Don't need shoes or gloves let's drive
Sixty miles from the end, road slippery from ice
Don't usually speed, doing one fourty in the night
Go Dissociate your Neurodivergent mind
Before your body splits into sections of three
Times three into sections of nine
Don't waste your time there's no point to reply
Do not disturb is your best friend for the night
People will finally see what's inside your mind
You're sick of being sick you can't take this anymore
Put the pedal on the metal, put the pedal to the floor
Forty miles from the end imagine the scene
When the police turn up and they're billing your weed
And your family turn up and they smiling with glee
And they glad you're deceased with
Your bloods on the streets and
Your soul is missing and
Your hearts in a tree
Minimum wage to clean up your mess
Let's end my show before this episode starts
Why didn't you? This show has too many parts
Pitch black let's turn off your high beams
No one needs to know that you are speeding in the dark
The whip isn't yours and you lied to their face
It's calm they'll get it back on insurance claims
Everyone thinks your insane anyway
What difference will it make when you end up in a grave
Thirty miles from the end and your eyes feel heavy
Time for bevvy
We stop when you stop
This tank is full of petty
This tank full of pe-
Suicidal
I'll just bill it
Apple fritters
Lemme kill it
Then I'll do it
Then I'll do it

Written by:
Uchechukwuka Mordi

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