Porcelain

Yeah, they hear you glass shard laughter
Yeah,the see your porcelain smile
Forget about the facade, fractured
They always saw and orphan child
Pen to paper, skin to knife
A blend of ways, I'm indecisive
Need some feeling in my life
The dark descends to dim the light
Dull the noise
Deaden touch
Made null and void
Of attempts to clutch
To hollow voices
Getting hushed

When I'm smiling, yeah I speak in fluent lies
Deciding whether contemplating suicide, would be ideal
Why are you afraid to cry?
There's no emotion when open your eyes
You're skin and dry bones

Walk into a venue
Severed at the sinews
Legs move slow
Wipe the sweat away and paint the tissues red
You wanna feel?
Find some bitches that'll give you head or something
Now instead of jumping
Need a weapon that you can use
Fill yourself with joy? ha
Bullets on the menu
Dead is what you are already
Dedicated places for your body to rot in, like huh
You have no heart in your chest
Bones do not break, no they stretch
Based on the way that you dress
Yourself with the weight of existence
I'm surprised you're not depressed
Clinically
Sorry i may kill a funny comment
But i feel like I am drowning in cinnamon, honey
Niggas use their dinner money
Strapped, shooting up with a junky
Just to feel shit
I would rather slit my tummy open, watch it spill

When I'm smiling, yeah I speak in fluent lies
Deciding whether contemplating suicide, would be ideal
Why are you afraid to cry?
There's no emotion when open your eyes
You're skin and dry bones