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Im just another White Kid from the Suburbs that grue up Depressed and Suicidal thinking I could make a diffrence. Unfortionatly I may have been wrong. Sometimes I feel I am Gods example of what happens when everything goes wrong and when all worst case scenarios are brought to life.
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Lyrics
CHOKE
I write the kind of music that children slit their wrist to
CHORUS
When i grab your neck it goes snap pop and crackle
Rip out your esophagus watch you choke on your atoms apple
Bags under your eyes from the sleep that you lack
Wake up in cold sweats having anxiety attacks
VERSE 1
Say im not suicidal well I got the proof
I pull up my sleeve and let my wrist show the truth
I can be anti social or the worst dream you had
Leave cuts were I stab be the boy you don’t understand
With this Mic. in my hand its like psycho twist
Scars on my sleeve cause they hide the ones on my wrists
Choke you with a condom cause they stretch like elastic
Leave bodies in bags or wrapped up in plastic
They say rest in peace but your destined for hell
Lyrics make palms sweat and your heart rate excel
To make it speed up or to make it slow down
I got what it takes to put you under the ground
But the bodies not found its thrown in a creek
As the bullets rip thru I watch the blood stains leak
When my potentials at peak I get a rush off the pain
Im all you can with stain pushing razor blades across your veins
You die in your dreams were you cant be protected
Teen anxiety my blind obsession
Morbid rap ain’t music its death threat with rhythm and beat
Exposed thru my name cause my life’s a bad dream
VERSE 2
Thought the loser in the back of the class was a myth
Im the last of living proof that these children exist
We need more Dylan Klebold’s clutching guns in they fists
I support what they did him and Eric were right
But id make it more gruesome coming to school with a knife
Fuck a gun fight id rather watch the blood spill
Get a rush and a chill every time someone killed
Flashbacks and hallucinations come in contact with cuts
Hang you up from the noose that I tied with your guts
Every time I murder get the same sexual rush
If death was like sex id be one hell of a slut
I never had a life I never had 1 to waste
I wanna wake up at my desk back in the 3rd grade
Shirt filled with blood stains clutching 2 razor blades
Depression makes me sick at times I wanna hurl
Been rejected so many times im prejudice against girls
I never killed a person I just want to so bad
Leave you laying on a stretcher or zipped up in a bag
VERSE 3
Im your Anti Christ superstar but in another form
I yearn for eatable abortions hanging from umbilical cords
Blood on my hands and now my face is pale
I love the sound of girls screaming as the stab wounds impale
Reprogramming outcasts digging them up there roots
The death of Jeffery Scott now Bad Dream is introduced
Just when you thought it was safe to get back into bed
The mattress is your grave I filled your body with lead
Cold sweats and you shake but that’s only if you wake
Nightmares of these phobias make your whole body ache
Condensate with your cadaver as im digging this hole
Rigor mortis is setting now the body’s getting cold
Do you fear my magic or me cause im crazy
I say Abra Cadaver now your pushing up daises
I told you im bipolar now my mood is sporadic
You got skeletons in your closet I got bodies in my attic
