posft (orlando water) - sushi chefs never die lyrics
stream of consciousness acting more like a torrent, with obnoxiousness so hazardous in order to dam the current towards the flood that’s pouring in, destroying those with tragic sings, well like the bob with porous skin, you’re gonna need the power within
i feel like i know it all, is that the pride before the fall, or just the start of the brawl in my mind that makes me feel small? i don’t know. the difference has always been hazy, but i’ve made some pretty big mistakes. maybe that’s why i’m going crazy
always trying to act like i’m king of the world but it seems like every time i do my mental state goes on and twirls all out of proportion like i’m performing mental contortions full of whack distortions
uh oh, that was a little too controversial so to make amends for my past regrets i’m shifting the gear to a full reversal. i don’t want to fight, i’m trying to prevent the end, but you know how the saying goes, people offend, so forgive them
i don’t care about this song, the lyrics are nonsensical but you should know
when it comes to writing my subconscious is on clearance, everything must go
i’m sporadic when it come to being an addict, fl!ckering on and off like an old lightbulb in a dusty attic, and you know what, while i’m at it, my train of thought is static, proving right people everyone who said i’d never hack it
back at it, all my fears i keep knapsacking, a slap in the face when i act whack in the place. what i had i erased, and my tears flow like i got maced, you’d never think that i’d win this race, i came too late
i’m storing all this hate, got the upper hand, it weighs me down, a clown who chose and wrote in iamb. the folly of man, how silly of me, thinking i could plan when i couldn’t see belief
i’m a skeleton tree, devoid of any relief, you can see my sanity receding week after week. now i’m getting too weak, i’m all tired and stuff. eternally feel beat, and enough is enough
i don’t care about this song, the lyrics are nonsensical but you should know
when it comes to writing my subconscious is on clearance, everything must go
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