Slo.. deep.. scarred
This ain't even a battle
Never even asked to fight
Is it funny you create people's hell
Making them drown into their head?
And when they're dead addicted in despair
You blame on how you made them and you laugh at how they're dead
The shape's a fucking assault and my needle's
Ready to be stuck and ain't it right
To have a suicide plan?
To dream of a free escape?
You fake you're crying
After on my corpse you spat
Slow. deep. scarred...
Never even asked to fight
Is it funny you create people's hell
Making them drown into their head?
And when they're dead addicted in despair
You blame on how you made them and you laugh at how they're dead
The shape's a fucking assault and my needle's
Ready to be stuck and ain't it right
To have a suicide plan?
To dream of a free escape?
You fake you're crying
After on my corpse you spat
Slow. deep. scarred...
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Writer(s): Filippo Braccini
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