Green
Struggle to breathe I better than
me
print rebirth on the marquis
dry for years, drought and famine
i wither away, dust my only companion
naught a damn thing, i just sit and examine
Everyone else living, i do nothing, can’t stand it
Functionally dead, i do not exist, Whore madonna watch em kiss,
Face against the glass you get nothingness
Box in a cage baby the ruttishness
Caused by death up against my dick slowly rubbing it
Whispers “write a record about shit you haven’t done in years”
Plus put down the beers, my brain is full of fucking cum and tears
I touch the screen but it never touches back
Sick of being defined by lack
I’m ready to kick loss aversion in it’s fucking teeth
I don’t serve you, you serve me
Leave what i must behind before i’m underneath
Capable of revolting feats
Green
Struggle to breathe I better than me
print rebirth on the marquis
Re birth
Cenobites stand at the edge
fomo eggs it on I guess
Blade in hand, now cut the flesh
Steady hand, exsect distress
Fear rising
Slowly dying
While denying
Start fighting