Quick Trip

[Verse 1: psythoness]
[?] he's a demon
Screening all your favorite films for no reason
Your ex girl is drowning in your mind's semen
No cause for this shit I'm not gleaning
Scared of being frail so I'm scheming
Big guns in my head not in my hand
[?] out for the rest of your [?] life
Now I'm off souring like a fucking kite

[Verse 2: Y2kri$i$]
I can feel it my bones in my brains in my veins
I can feel myself going insane from the blood stains
On my shirt flower cross I feel lost in my bloodstream
Heavy heart
[?] damage to the membranes in my skull in my head
Through my eyes I cast distain on to earth
Know my worth and it's worth about a grease stain
[?] of rotting bodies and I'm falling like a body
With a double shotty to the back of the skull
No more matter what's the matter fuck my matter
I don't matter I won't make it out alive I feel numb
Blooming flower living tower burn it down go and scour
For an hour you can cower under the sun
Burning headache splitting open skull of fire I'm a liar
Made of roaches feel my roses in my blood