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5150

 

5150

(album: Children Of The Ward - 2020)


It's 12:00 around July but I'm not really sure what day it is
I'm feeling like a zombie from these meds they got me taking in
I know it's been awhile since I've walked outside on pavement
Surrounded by these padded rooms I swear these walls keep caving in
But I stay hopeful cuz I know I'm a be out
If I just show improvement inside group then I'll be freed out
Manipulate the doctors since they think I'm fucking psycho huh
I'll show em fucking psycho if they keep playing these games with me
Little maggots they're lucky that I hate it here
Cuz if I did enjoy it I'd be slaughtering from ear to ear
Show the nurse what's truly fear
Drag her after group into my room and shove my dick inside her fucking rear

I'm a bastard but I know I got talent momma
They mix my Lithium with Xan to keep me balanced momma
They know I have an outburst every couple hours
I'm eating pills for pleasure but for freedom I'll devour
I'm sick I know I need some help but none can fucking help this
These homicidal urges make my self control feel helpless
I wanna open doors but I'd much rather open carcasses
Welcome to my mind make sure to tell your friends how dark it is

Yeah I got a past I swear you people love to judge me for it
Always talking shit it's like your face is always flushing for it
Gossip gossip gossip you boys chirping like some bitches
You should probably put a dress on while you cleaning all the dishes
Cocky lil fuckers I'ma give you something to talk about
Let's see how much you're talking with this feeding tube inside your mouth
Attach you to a needle that's attached to feces in a pouch
I'll use your flesh to coat my couch then use the rest to craft a blouse
My neighbors keep complaining bout the smell that's coming from my house
I swear to God they call the cops I'll gut 'em like a mouse

I'm a bastard but I know I got talent momma
They mix my Lithium with Xan to keep me balanced momma
They know I have an outburst every couple hours
I'm eating pills for pleasure but for freedom I'll devour
I'm sick I know I need some help but none can fucking help this
These homicidal urges make my self control feel helpless
I wanna open doors but I'd much rather open carcasses
Welcome to my mind make sure to tell your friends how dark it is

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