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lirik lagu longstockings - a

[verse 1: longstockings]
rest in peace, mr. conscience, never needed you anyways
i’m stuck in the lower levels, i’ve been here for days
this place is all too familiar, and now it’s like a second nature
man, heads are gonna roll if i come across another faker
help me wake, escape, from my distorted reality
i’m fighting sub zero for my life, fatality
i don’t wanna sprinkle my mom’s lawn with epitaphs
but logically this method of leaving gives me the last laugh
i know my words are flavoured with provolone
thoughts of the perfect place i could reside and call my own home
there’s no way she’s real, it’s too good to be true
i’ve matured too fast, and now i’m f-cking up me own youth
insignificance is the feeling that i’m feeling at this time
my level of importance reached a dime minus ten cents
d-mn, i wish this all made sense
back then my mind was closed up, but man, i hopped that fence
i met a girl with a last name that rhymes with pickle
was told that she’s a sl-t but i doubted that she craved the d-ckle
she’s someone that i’d like to get close to
but i’m f-cked, and i hope that i won’t lose
this girl that’s got a sickness that she locks up in a box
her abundance of absences makes the impression
that the contents of the box are f-cking serious and shouldn’t be disclosed
(well, not yet) i think it’s better if i don’t know
if i get attached it could become an unexpected low blow
i just can’t be happy anymore
everything is -n-lyzed so i don’t know no f-cking wh0r-s
people aren’t legitimate, so i’ll never truly know somebody
women can’t just be themselves and guys just wanna f-ck like bunnies
and that’s how people get hurt, when they get treated like dirt
guys that go ’round and flirt, wipe the dirt off their shoulder, their shirt
turn all the water to gasoline and burn this big boulder
take my girlfriend to mars
live in a place that’s colder, gonna hold her

[hook]

this place is a prison and these people aren’t your friends
this place is built with broken dreams and the people play pretend
this place is a prison and these people are not your friends
this place is built with broken dreams and the people play pretend

[verse 2: longstockings]
now i’ve got thoughts of being prosecuted with the genocide of my own race
dreams of being someone else, i loathe the look of my own face
i hate everybody, myself included, sick of dealing with so much bullsh-t
but i noticed that people don’t mind me but i feel like i’m being fed bullsh-t
as i walk up the stairs with a blade in my hand
and incisions in my arms, the floor turned to sand
i felt the air humidify, the wind began to blow
the only way was forward, i didn’t know where else to go
oh, helplessness, confusion and hate has filled my thoughts
i was searching for dreams, but it seems that a nightmare’s what i caught
rational thought process was put aside, preserved but still rots
if someone needed sadism and violent thoughts, hey, i’ve got lots
(listen up, kids)
now a black man’s suicide is a water pistol full of bleach
a white man’s suicide is a fully loaded desert eagle
smeagol, like an african smack addict, feed the needy needle
introspective perception, avoid my bleak cerebral
i’m a misogynist, but i don’t count b-tches, i count murders
my body count could supply a restaurant of cannibal burgers
the teen angst of an emo kid, the f-g swag of a douchebag
but my pants don’t sag, i own a belt, and i get mad at cod
i could live a thousand lives and still not be worthy of her
my mindset lives in a serial k!ller, i’m gonna make her life worse
when an undeserving man wins the lottery, does he cash that cheque
or does he let it sit and lose it?
cherish what you have don’t wreck it
he feels his blood bubbling, boiling and burning
the tension in his mind and his heart has re-ssured him that
things improve, as long as you don’t aggravate your problems
no self-inflicted drama, stable mind bars, i got ’em
these scars tell a story, a story i can’t keep
the story of my bizarre craving for infinite sleep
if i ever wake up, i won’t be in the lower levels
i’ll be out roaming the streets fulfilling my own endeavors

[hook x3]

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