Puppet Strings

You ever feel like, sometimes, you don’t have control over yourself
Like something’s got a grip on you?
It’s these fucking demons, inside my head
I’m trying to get them out
I’ve been trying to get them out
But they won’t leave
People call me “caseahfun”, like I’m a case of fun
Slit your fucking face, shit dropped
Call it a case of runs
The weird ugly kid, you shot him dead but now he’s coming back
Fuck what was that?
Thought you said he was gone
But now he’s fucking packed
I swear yall got my fuckin mind blown, blew it up, stepped on it
But wouldn’t have if I known
I’m feeling nauseous, eat the honey bee
Won’t admit I tried to hang myself after Murder Me
It’s getting cold in the only fucking hoodie that I got
It’s pretty nasty, the sleeves and wrists n’ shit is drenched in snot
That same dirty mother fucker sitting in backseat
The same kid that lives 2 houses down on the back street
Let’s go for a walk and count to ten, same drama, same shit, here we go again
The run and hide game? I’m sick of playing it
I wanna dig my own grave, give up, and lay in it
Depressed as a mother fucking ostrich
Put my head between my legs and try to diagnostic
Deep inside last year I could some feel pain
But now all I feel is Satan calling out my fucking name