Hindenburg

I'm thinking
No figure
No time
No golden middle
Only standing in line for the shit I was given
Oh man I'm little

I'm thinking
About higher power
Don't believe in god
Yet I'm still praying in later hour
No sweet or sour
Don't need no throne
But can't stand to be the bower
It's like spending a weekend in a hour

I'm thinking about my mom
We haven't seen in two years
Can't even call it a bond
It ain't a disease it's a fucking weakness you're wrong
And she don't even know the shit what I'm on

I'm thinking about my mental health
Sleeping pills never judge me like the sleeping would help
Chronic depression self esteem only will melt
You don't know me got no ace of belts only smell

I'm thinking that I'm aiming to keep the shit what I promised
But I'm facing it deep, purple faces, tripping, vomit
And I'm lacing the heat with emotions and hours so please keep em coming

I'm faded tripping on me
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