Casstle: Day 3 sober bro im just sitting here
Harder and harder breathing in atmosphere
I can't handle it bitch I am outta here
Never wanted much craving a fucking beer

Racks

Bitch

Equally folded

Inside have molded

Simulation decoded


Activists in your town listen to our music
Dont need explanation dont need to prove it
Bitch you are fucked up, barely even soothing
Bro I'm just sitting here barely even moving

1999 that's the year I was torn
2017 was the time I was born
Run through the field and steal that f corn
You dont feel shit, me neither I can't morn

Wo
Wo
Wo
Wo
I can't really even stop

No
No
No
No
Drunk again now I fucking drop

You cannot blow
You ain't a ho
I gotta go
I gotta fold

Doritos I am not bold
Liver feels old
Every night I feel cold

Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
I just stare at the moon

Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Must've spoken too soon

Nah fuck that bitch
You aint circling our hit
Burners have tipped
And blood has fuckin dripped

Repressed: dome piece meet that 22. Ima come see u
dome piece meet that roxy30 yea i fuckin lied to u
i think i feel my liver stopping i think its turning to goop
I gotta stop im losing it i cannot continue

cant stop shakin get the fuck up off me
i cant respond cause im gone like a softy
feel like im dead but these ETs up in me
i cannot die cos im the fuckin ghosty
do not approach me
i am a rotting corpse
do not oppose me
decaying rapidly
Cannot recognize me
blew out my fuckin psyche
im disembodied
now im with god
And he doesnt like me

void in my chest and my head im a mess
repressed all that shit but i hate to confess
you know im fucked up by the way i dress
aggression stay pent up u know me best

cant let it go keep it repressed
lil void stay a mess