​not you

fuck you to the god who made you
pass the fucking hatred that they passed on to you
are you happy now i pray that your not
tension in me building burn it down to the lot
leaving furniture broken with hearts
admitting its hard imma die and decay or change
60 pills didnt kill what you made
get the fuck in your grave aye
ill follow you there

left brain is sick with delusions it throw up x2
ive seen the hatred anger fear they act
sadness normal love abstract
brains been boxed in body bashed
guts erupt and i just laugh
cant help the fact i fucking hate you everything the same too
face escaped invade your thought loop trains to
music played and i erased just save you
this aint me and i agree. ill wait too
open our eyes
when our hard headed pride meets the pain that arrives
what i despise
is my problems in them im not yours its our mind