Face of the blue screen of death
Take a breath
Am I running for my life, for against
I dispensed
My {?} is track
I’m a wreck
Intersected with some thoughts about some debt
The midwest, boy
And he’s scared of the outside
Broken toy
He’ll destroy
What he’s made for himself, he’s a flower and some noise
And it’s static, it’s erratic on his shelf
In a tower, kid is tired of the lackin’ he is packin’
It’s annoying to him
And love’s a bad influence
Super alloy, human galloyl(?)
Suck my ballinomial
f#ck my life like gloryholes
And shoutout to Sig Freud
That’s the state that I am in
Feel it in my chest, now kid you better run and get the ten
I’m addicted, I’ve evicted thoughts of rationality
I’m restricted from commitment
Mental immortality
Abstract fatality
Want it from the love within a lack of morality
Intertwined with blood and sand
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