Soon to be titled

My dreams ain't real but they say to follow 'em
Pocket full of pills and I'm 'bout to swallow one
Chase it with some liquor to make that sh*t kick quicker
Then I'll kick it. 'Cause my mind is sick, and my rhymes are wicked
I face the world with a shot of Crown
Learned not to care, so burn the world down
It's too damn late to turn this hell around
So I'll just move forward until I am found
Afraid of death? I'm dead already
Inside my thoughts are damned and heavy
Facing the end of the world and my mind is ready
Pull the trigger first, 'cause my hand is steady
Twisted insanity, Confusing reality
Can't face the calamity, Watch it come over me
**** the monotony of the monogamy
Mirrored monstrosity, Fevered ferocity
Can't help what's come over me
Hatred controlling me


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