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lirik lagu l3ry50n - knife

i don’t think it sticks to be something i feel in my heart, like suicide hanging on an open door, , beliefs true crime and to be, exempted from life, cause the stone caused the strife, but it dug me down, to be like me

, there in my mind, i’d like to be, something wrong, and something right, something that changed my heart, but i can’t be, fine

racing minds, erasing likeness, dumbing down, doubling drugs, of no recovering. inflicting pain, on my neck, cause my wrists don’t give enough, it doesn’t make me glad symptoms pointing to gad, most likely to overdose overnight, over those, take this fight. i never told my parents what i’m suffering from, likely if i did they’d worry about me and i didn’t want that, rolling like a rolling stone, i wish but my back tends to give out, i’d rather be a victim of munchausen syndrome,

it started when i turned 16, grew up and it just got worse. , i just want to keep my head down wherever i go.

then i wake up in the morning and have .45s for breakfast, not like a type of cereal, just put it in a gun and shoot it in the walls hoping it won’t hit anyone on the way out of my house, hoping it won’t hurt so i won’t go in jail and drop the soap to the point i won’t make noise, and taping bodies to my walls doing what i want to em

committing every crime known to mankind, , liking my achievement for what i’ve done, fifteen thousand dead, a million on my bed, a billion women dead, fifteen in my head, voices in my dread, voices filling my head, k!ll yourself they said, shoot them in her head, k!ll me when i’m dead, h~ll is where i’ve been, they say craziness is not possible to beat, but here i am going insane beating it, letting my mind win every day, letting all my quotes finish me, “death is the best” “drain the bodies” “let them come fail me” “k!ll those poor bodies” “let them k!ll dobby” “let your mind get foggy” “let your mind feel c~cky” then i feel embodied,

the gravestones made it deeper by driving right down, letting my mind take the sound deeper down, running around in this hecking town, it’s right now or in the freaking sound

, looking for every single noose, i think i’d rather shoot myself with a 12 gauge than be with you, shotguns on my bed, pistol in my hand, bullets holes through the halls.

, is what i say when i’m laughing drinking blood from an iv line, like a vampire said you’ll f~cking die, with his daughter right behind him, i guess i see thirteen bandages in her, i guess i shot her, then i say

“she should’ve been underground, six feet down, in a gravestone, just lost, never found. right then and there i shoot one more round, making sure it enters her brain, cop right next to me doesn’t have his ar, i’m holding it, then i go full auto, making sure she doesn’t survive, “you took me from my family i’ll do the same, to millions of them and i’ll still be sane, yall calling me wrong for k!lling, it’s part of life, laws are made to break, not me but itself, it shouldn’t have ever been a thing. let me out of here, before i break, i’m letting my mind give in

i’m making it better than me. don’t you ever get close to me?” then i take the last bullet in the chamber and move it towards the still cop right next to me, i shoot it into his brain letting himself fall down to touch the cold concrete ground. i pick up his grenade and prime it in my hand, throw it far away making sure it lands near me to break me out of here. it happens, it works i run towards on i didn’t get, not my ex but someone i meant to take, not on a date, but on a rollercoaster and train, but i push her in front of it, she becomes campbells soup

i drink it fast like booze, , drinking my life away, one vodka two teqqy one polmos spirytus, save that one for last, oh great it exploded, my liver now dead, stop circulating the dread, hope someone comes out to hopefully stop me, i guess it’s too late, now i guess i’m legally dead for 15 minutes, someone came out but didn’t do anything, cops surround me, reporters asking questions, did you plan this event? did you train the dead, have you set the desk, have you seen your head, are you missing a limb, cut your hair or trim?

but i guess gravestone people or zombies let their hands fall out pulling me down to k!ll me one more time, don’t help me live, if i’m dead

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