QNT

[Verse 1]
0.2, tube gone through the veins
With balloons strung up like bombs to inflate
That exact second was involved in defame
The whole time coming, you a moth to the flame
Or I was, attraction to a false prophecy
Unseen eyes tried to keep watching me
Grandmother's cancer, had lost ovaries
Kinda wish you did too so you'd halt properly
The child raised the grown, grown still hasn't prospered
But the child's been primed for the paint leaking off her
Fuck it, constant torment from all sides
Whore meant to show then encouragе them fall by
I don't remain when advеrsities arise
Move like eviction, I'm too fine to stock mine
Don't bowl near the gutter if you can't handle lost time
You go for a strike, but can't strike when you're online

[Bridge]
Ballad of the "I'm so fucking through with all the lies"
Of the "I don't give a single fuck if y'all can't realize
That all the shit that I have been through has been under a disguise
Swept under the rug, then pulled right from out your eyes"

[Verse 2]
Admit that you unconsciously accept that your demise
Is imminent, unstoppable, and almost realized
I've seen you in person, but it felt like I was blind
Life seems like it's a chore to you, new drugs to see you by
No reactions, its personally you, don't blame the scapegoat
Suicidal maniac composed pain in rainbows
Okay, computer stolen from Kid A through E to make holes
Fill with more money like a governmental payphone
Cash cow a fat cow, sow cracked to blackout
Smackdown, laugh out loud, tap the rack mouth
Broken since release, day one patch wasn't passed out
Can't get ahead 'cause your head's on some assclown's
Mad for the last gown, pad's fucking wacked out
Swing and fucking missed, but one jab and you tap out
Wing Span small, but that span captures rats
How the hell you let this happen? Why the fuck can't you back down

[Bridge]
Ballad of the "shut the fuck up, I'm on the phone"
Of the "notice me not being noticed 'cause I'm on my own"
Of the "everyone has left me because they're pieces of shit
And I'm the only person who knows what's correct and what is wrong"

[Verse 3]
Pen chrome, lend hoes that
Fend prone, don't get chrome back
Mat when perceived not be all bad
Then get fucked over, regret all that
Actions have consequences, you forget all that?
The people you rely on can't get all that
Kids raised to raise raised, rays send all back
No reflections, only shadows, you can't bend all that
Wouldn't flourish without a presence, so you gave the gift of life
To people who didn't ask to have conditions on their rights
Normalcy averted, success of every type
Except for reasoning, stuck walking in to fire fights with knifes
To get stabbed in the back by people I admire, next
Timings dire, I require iodine and X
By the fire, scorch earth, burn whatever the fuck is left
Leave no traces that you would've ever had neglect

[Outro]
Ballad of the
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