BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Lyrical Analysis of...
Self Resect
- I spend to much time tucked up in my room,
- like fuck... The world out there seems so doomed,
- why leave... Where the fuck will it lead?
- I got everything i need, paper and pen,
- im a slave to the words that spin, fixing to win,
- One of my belifes is indeed greed, but to give free,
- money means fuck all to me and if need be
- i would live on the streets but i've got basic needs
- selfrespect to keep, a dilect to speak.
- I'm sick of basic, someone upgrade this basement,
- i need a bigger paycheck, i gotta stop wasting,
- i forget what day it is, time keeping is just waiting
- for something to come in swooping, take me top viewing,
- but ever since i was sitting with Bibby in the pics,
- my heart got trippy and i developed an imbalance.
- anxiety makes me feel faint and life's become a challange,
- im scared to death of death, fucking ironic, yes?...
- even the air, i sware, i wish i didn't care
- but here i am, with my heart in hand asking why it bangs
- and bangs, an answer i demand, fuck i don't understand,
- docters can't fix this shit with tabs, take me to a lab,
- do whatever you can, i don't wanna feel paniced again.
- Maybe all need is a normal life, one that's right,
- see, my farther had a love for liqure, couldn't depart
- without a liver, as the walls of it grew thinner,
- Until fists where swinging, thats when he'd of stop listening,
- with my mother and sisters wishing he'd just listen
- being so fucking drunk, you'd think he'd be missing,
- but listen... I don't want any fucking sympthoy,
- this man didn't fucking lay a hand on me,
- instead he acussed me of fucking a look alike of the Beast,
- shit please... I got rep to uphold and "selfrespect to keep"
- I've come to terms, now all you need to do is learn
- that alchol is bad, and i didn't fuck your hag,
- i'd rather stick my dick in a nail filled bag and shake
- my hand, cum in that instead of picking off after scab.
- But lets get back on track, im poor as shit,
- as you gone fucked up my placement year you prick,
- you know what... yeah im sick, the way i say this shit,
- don't cage a guy with a lot of rage hidden away inside,
- he'll eat, no type of metal could possibly keep
- this fucking creep from his feast, you'd need to dig,
- bury me deep, beneath, for in hell i'll roam free.
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