$lum Fairy
Come and I run like Atilla the hun
And I stun and I gun
And I run to my head
Where I'm greeted by comfort that maybe I'm dead
Maybe I'm dead
Who fucking knows
Maybe I wanna be maybe I don't
Fuck up out my head I'm trapped within
You motherfuckers need to
Let
Me
Die
Slow
Never feel the need to make a deal
I'll cut you one instead
I'll break apart the structure of my sanity with things unsaid
So spread
My head up on the walls
In my bed
Dead
Ready to come back another
Day I seem to think that maybe
Whats inside of me subsides some things
Inside of these strange fantasies
I think atleast believing
This or that or anything
Could pass away along the way
Might take away some visions where
All I see is fucking grey
But if i had my way upon my mind
I'd lift this weight up off my mind
It's not my time
It's not my life
I'ts fucking strife
So do what's
Right and feed yourself some happiness
To combat crushing lonliness
I got this shit now wipe my image from you motherfuckers
Minds you don't know shit
So wipe my dick from off your lips
Then come on back and watch me tack my empathy up on the walls
I'll die again quick
With my wrists slit
I'm against it
But I've never felt so fucking
Motivated
Medicated
All my life I've been so jaded
Faded empty hatred bitch I hate it too
So watch my climb up in my mind
And take my time to find whats right
A sign to find a piece of me I've had
All this time
All this time
All this time I've wasted on this empty hatred
Never helped my patience
Nascent thoughts consume me as I wollow deep inside the empty walls
Inside my mind
I'll paint them red so I'm reminded
Of the time I left behind a PIPES that stayed so blinded
Where he found a time up in his mind
A time where he has been reminded
To refine a piece of him that I have since forgot and lost
But since I've dropped another part of me
I am free
I am free to write epiphanies
And be set free
I forgot
And I stun and I gun
And I run to my head
Where I'm greeted by comfort that maybe I'm dead
Maybe I'm dead
Who fucking knows
Maybe I wanna be maybe I don't
Fuck up out my head I'm trapped within
You motherfuckers need to
Let
Me
Die
Slow
Never feel the need to make a deal
I'll cut you one instead
I'll break apart the structure of my sanity with things unsaid
So spread
My head up on the walls
In my bed
Dead
Ready to come back another
Day I seem to think that maybe
Whats inside of me subsides some things
Inside of these strange fantasies
I think atleast believing
This or that or anything
Could pass away along the way
Might take away some visions where
All I see is fucking grey
But if i had my way upon my mind
I'd lift this weight up off my mind
It's not my time
It's not my life
I'ts fucking strife
So do what's
Right and feed yourself some happiness
To combat crushing lonliness
I got this shit now wipe my image from you motherfuckers
Minds you don't know shit
So wipe my dick from off your lips
Then come on back and watch me tack my empathy up on the walls
I'll die again quick
With my wrists slit
I'm against it
But I've never felt so fucking
Motivated
Medicated
All my life I've been so jaded
Faded empty hatred bitch I hate it too
So watch my climb up in my mind
And take my time to find whats right
A sign to find a piece of me I've had
All this time
All this time
All this time I've wasted on this empty hatred
Never helped my patience
Nascent thoughts consume me as I wollow deep inside the empty walls
Inside my mind
I'll paint them red so I'm reminded
Of the time I left behind a PIPES that stayed so blinded
Where he found a time up in his mind
A time where he has been reminded
To refine a piece of him that I have since forgot and lost
But since I've dropped another part of me
I am free
I am free to write epiphanies
And be set free
I forgot
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