[Chorus]
Irregulation, my heart, it still beats though
Necromancy like I'm beyond the grave
Sleeping a forteen, or I’m up for days
But either way, I'll still feel the same
I'd rather feel burnout over withdrawals
Repression, it kills me a lot, I can’t sing it off
And it never stops, never stops
And it never stops, it never stops
[Verse]
How'd another worm get caught in the rain?
Sun come out to enhance that pain
Shame, shame
All that you wanted was someone to save
Now that you're lost, you treat them as God
Paying your dues, they'vе been clogging like clots
Don't care about being 'part of your miragе
Fuck an applause, this all I got
That weight upon the waters nothing more than just a storm
So what we drinking for?
What we drinking for?
Those ideals are everything you've only felt with utter scorn
So I can't take no more
I can’t take none
Fluid ghosts, I can feel them haunt my bones
I cannot break through the drapes though
Radiation burn my halo
Don’t you go ask how my day goes
You're not concerned anyway
You’re plastic as Legos
Quiet down while break the seal
'Cause I'm numbin' down from what they claim is real
Every day I wake just to fuckin’ break, then rejuvenate
I'm in shock, kinda like an eel
Hit 'em with a swift so fast like an aipom
They went from a real to fake in a day; gone
Rollout like an autobot, waiting for December sun
Who am I depending?
Honestly, not anyone anymore
So, you like to target?
Trust me there's no need to implore
Inside my cartilage, there's already arrows galore
You're my narcotic, the thought of you imposes me warmth
Or so I thought it, ultimately leaving me sore
[Chorus]
Irregulation, my heart, it still beats though
Necromancy like I'm beyond the grave
Sleeping a forteen, or I'm up for days
But either way, I'll still feel the same
I'd rather feel burnout over withdrawals
Repression, it kills me a lot, I can't sing it off
And it never stops, never stops
And it never stops, it never stops
[Outro]
So I can try to fill in all the blanks
When shrouded in mirage, I'll take the blame
Poison in the pot
Love it till you hate the fact that you forgot
What mattered anyways
aipom was written by autumndropsdead.
aipom was produced by Nate2Timez.
autumndropsdead released aipom on Fri Jul 07 2023.