کار من از دعانویس گذشته، باید جن‌گیر استخدام کنم.

با حذف قند از زندگیت چیزی درست نمیشه. برو و اون قرص‌هایی که توی کشو قایم کرده بودی رو بیرون بیار.

2:00 / when the light runs dim
are you trapped in my fault?
and the dripping blood, gives to fall.

and still he doesn't like it.

It takes me 7 minutes to run a mile and 7 seconds to run from my problems, reality and all that crap.

pls ask me what song am I listening to when I'm talking to you for your own safety. I can't handle the personalities I created for the song and the one I created for you at the same time and i may kill ourselves both.

I don't know how ppl have plans for their life. can't we all just kill ourselves pls?

healing isn't enough i need a gun.

and a want is not a need, reserved for human beings. It's fingers on your throat. is pain that all things know. / 2:30

nothing hurts them, nothing gets under their stone skin. and when their earthen mouths will open up, and just what words will come out but. "we wish we were dead" / 4:48

"What's your plan for the future?"

here we fucking go again. I mean good morning. (I didn't sleep at all)

about to ask the voices if should I sleep or prepare for a coma.

این هوای مادرج کی میخواد سرد شه؟ من دلم برای هودی‌ایی که ۳ نسل مادریم توش جا میشه تنگ شده.

2:53 / my life is a life without purpose, a life filled with negativity and loneliness, a life excluded from humanity.