FA/CE

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(Verse, starts at 0:27)
It's been six days since you left, but I haven't slept in weeks
Depressed, smokin sess, I reach my lowest when I peak
Ironic strains of chronic, blockin my brain process
Got me scared of voices, paranoia I'm psychotic
No pilot in my cockpit, flyin off narcotics
Pop em till I vomit and black out like gothics
Venom spit in bursts of breath, I stay toxic
With scripted literatures of death I grave plot it
Cause what we had is buried in the cemetery
The rings of marriage nonexistent like the sins of mary
I grin and bear it as I let the sentence carry
Imprisoned by your lies inside of a penitent-iary
but Fake Appearances can't Change Experience
Or what's on the interior
(Chorus)
The split personalities were gettin hard to take
Scarred by the pain of her double sided blade
Hate to say I saw it from a mile away
Cause I don't know which face I wanna make smile today

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StoneyJ
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