Fuck it...
Fuck it...
I smile in the void, laughing in dooms dungeon
Napping at noon, smashing the snooze button
Asking the booze for the passion to actually do something
Then gradually get off of my ass when the moon's coming
Hoping people praise me for how crazy with words I am
Then write some lame, weak ass verse that ain't even worth a damn
Fuck it...
Ever stare at your reflection? Deep in your eyes?
And see the evil inside?
Are there demons that thrive
By feasting on your weakness and pride?
Are they feeding you lies?
Or just trying to reveal the deceit that you're eager to hide?
I try to relax and chill, but havoc's still on top of me
I'm gagging on the jagged pill of honesty
Maybe it's not a lie
Maybe I'm delusional and stupid, inept
Maybe my demons are just the truth that I refuse to accept.
Fuck it...
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He listens to voices inside of his mind
Explicit and poisonous violent crime.
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