My behavior is getting stranger, talkin about a razor blade or savior, gettin drunk at seadar, prepare for the meeting with our maker by rolling papers, treat closest friends like total strangers,
Life is like a masquerade, treat these drugs like it was lemonade,  I’m dreaming on a bed of snakes, not foreseeing better days just desperate ways, soul and body gone separate ways, put on a track and let it play...
I’m faker than anime, what’s sanity, going along with random occurrences believing we all have purposes, and suffering is worth this shit...
but I know I’m worthless. Worthless as that purse is, looking down to where the curb is, looking down I’m kinda nervous, travelin through universes strangling My mothers cervix back when my birth is, I don’t exist, I know who the devil is, lives where heaven is,
don’t care about fiscal predicaments, tearing through your filaments, snorting cinnamon, I died for your sins when I was eleven, my breath is septic...
Lettin depression set in so I can relish in sedatives and ketamine, demons screamin let us in, really need a reverend. bro I would listen, just keep your distance cuz I’m a bad religion, we ain’t nothin more than pigeons,
what’s the difference, what’s encrypted, such sinnin, maybe I can’t do this,
save me from goin through it, embracing that I’m useless like prudence, and the truth is I’m faking when I say I’m amazing, when I say you’re breath taking,
I find some thin ice and go skating, fall through the cracks, call for me back, nails claw my back,
I snapped...
Not a hand.