Under the Rug

(Don G)
Shadows are walking, Silhouettes are speaking
Voices are talking, Got wrist moist
And bleeding, Fucking the world
Like my intention breeding, And praying for death
Every sec that I'm breathing changing my tone
Like the seasons the reason i'm greeting these demons
I meet in the dark
Killing yourself is a true work of art
I got so many options don't know where to start
See your grim smile from a mile
In the corner schizophrenic line
And I'm right on the border, mental disorders are so organized
And the way I processed
Them are seen as some crimes
Sniffing that shit
Till my minds, Out of line
Hate my existence, But claim that I'm fine
Sanity missing when I'm at my prime
Grinding to get cars
That I see in your vines
Want to rewind to the time
I put pennies in the well
Not looking for bitches rocking Chanel
Breaking my back to push fat off my scale
And pushing the weight for the cake by the bale
And making this music for fun not for sales
Used and abused by the lies that you tell
I don't look angelic i must come from hell
See, I'm not the norm, just stare with disgust
So please don't fucking ask me why I cut

Its all been swept, its all been swept under the rug
Its all been swept, its all been swept under the rug
Its all been swept, its all been swept under the rug
Were too busy hiding dirt to ever learn how to love

Stop buying into shit, you're better off if you vacate the shelf
I bet that your like me, and me i really fucking hate myself
And yet i compete with others with ease, i feel cocky
My confidence is aroused when somebody trys to stop me

Im sure you feel the same, and you think that im the twirp
Your the one whos probably right, im probably the fuckin jerk
Whatever works, but heres the point that im trying to uncover
They pit us against ourselves, and then against one another

And now we wonder why our lovers dont always feel a true connection
Because i love myself is far from a true sentance
It wasn't always like this, i used to get a good night kiss
And believed in santa claus and thought that every man was rightous

But now people worry bout isis, and the most currently telivised crisis
Meanwhile half of the worlds always like this, and you would never even get a slight hint
And im not saying that makes you a bad person
But now maybe you see atleast one of the damn curtains
They're hiding in the back, while selling sex, drugs and snacks
And they tell us that were fat sluts who need rehab

Its all been swept, its all been swept under the rug
Its all been swept, its all been swept under the rug
Its all been swept, its all been swept under the rug
Were too busy hiding dirt to ever learn how to love