BSoD

[Verse]
Face of the blue screen of death
Take a breath
Am I running for my life, for against
I dispensed
My cereberal on the track
I'm a wreck
Intersected with some thoughts about some death
A midwest boy
And he's scared of the outside
Broken toy
He'll destroy
What he's made for himself, he's a flower in some noise
In his static, it's erratic on his shelf
In a tower, kid is tired of the lackin' he is packin'
It's annoying to him
And love's a bad influence
Super alloy, human Galois
Solve my polynomial
Fuck my life like gloryholes
And shoutout to Sig Freud
That's the state that I am in
Feel it in my chest, now kid you better run and get the ten
I'm addicted, I've evicted thoughts of rationality
I'm restricted from commitment
Mental immortality
Abstract fatality
Want it from the love within a lack of morality
Intertwined with blood and sand