I Don't Know What I've Become.
Necro - Our Life (Beat)
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Lyrics
What Does It Feel Like -
I’ve tried fighting this so many numerous times//
N can’t contain it no matter how this illusionist tries//
The truth in this lies between ma lyrics n tone//
You hear ma ruthlessness die n now this lyricist’s prone//
Ta puttin up wit more than I am able ta handle//
Why is it that when I say this it’s a fable or scandal?//
Cuz a lot a people look at me like I’m makin it up//
Do you think when I”m writin this its some heaven a fun?//
What the fuck, what’s the point, why you think I’ma sketch//
Another fuckin piece on how I’m unable ta rest?//
I ain’t makin money off it, I ain’t gettin a smile//
If anything its continuously inflictin denial//
Cuz a lot a days I sit in ma room all alone//
Wit no human contact ta improve how I grown//
I’m thrown ta the wayside wit nothin ta say//
It’s this damn seclusion’s that made me fuckin insane//
*Hook*
I don’t feel human, don’t know what I see//
I can’t keep movin, I’m prone ta retreat//
I don’t feel human, don’t know what I see//
I can’t keep improvin, alone in this feat//
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I’ve become machine who ain’t servin a purpose//
N when I try ta feel emotions I keep burstin ma circuits//
N I’m thristin n nervous for change in ma life//
N I’m thristin cuz this hurtin is a burden ta fight//
N I’m nervous cuz ma purpose is for burnin in plight//
As a person sumin perfect isn’t workin tonight//
Can’t go back ta what I once had when I was as a kid//
But who the fuck am I kiddin, cuz even then I was sick//
I listened ta ma parents fightin every fuckin night//
I heard the slaps, n walls rumblin, takin the left n right//
N I don’t even wanna touch a girl, I’m fuckin afraid//
The bad times will come back n be stuck n replay//
I’m just clutchin ta say that past ain’t worth a mention//
‘Less I’m cryin on ma knees beggin for redemption//
Now sentenced ta this pain, I can’t ever head back//
Ta when I used ta feel sumin more than pressure attack//
*Hook*
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When you kiss me on the lips its like they’re coated in blood//
Now every thing has its price, give it loaded wit drugs//
Maybe I could find some notions a bliss or respect//
Or maybe I could find a person in which I’d connect//
N the shit that I rep may give a terrible image//
But carin n sayin fuck it’s a comparable difference//
Cuz I’m tired a tryin ta put ma ass on the line//
For these selfish people fuckin people who will bash on ma mind//
N all I’m askin ta find in ma place in this mess//
Wit out havin ta enter another state a arrest//
N when I wake up in sweat wit ma entire body shakin//
You can bet that I’m dreamin horribly n I’m prolly breakin//
Down ta a new level of several devilish ways//
Bound to construe revels as devils peddle this rage//
I’m a novelty bottling the following ta tell fate//
You could probably follow me wallowing in self-hate//
*Hook*
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