lullaby

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I know its an asshole thing to do
I know I'd be dead if it wasn't for you
but my minds a battlefield can't you see the mines I'm navigating through
I lead me straight to my doom
 
I can see the messages
half them say I'm too artistic
the other says I'm autistic
but I don't wait for the stars to align
I make them collide
on behalf of my pride
an apology for the suicide
risen after i died
still hollow on the inside
no toys im no chocolate egg
aint sweet wont get you fed
thought process impossible to comprehend
courtesy of a friend play pretend
through a rhyme forever condemned
but i no longer leave em unchecked
so only reply when youre addressed
watch from rock bottom as i ascend
the take off you tried to prevent
they protest
as im propelled
further than expect
they object
fuck their consent
i get em upset
they suggest
i forget
about the neglect
correct my unrest
their expression distressed
they opened the gates they let hydra commence
his feast
preying on the weak
the trickster Prometheus lit my flame
the gods shuttered and exclaimed
send hercules its time for the eagle to be slain
its time that i break these chains
split them like a sea
in my wake leftover debris
they wanna see me boost about money
but bro im sick literally
rule of two but im three
so imma keep stealing lines , doing it liberally
everything i do , i do relentlessly
so when its done , its done adequately
build a fire and grab witches i got the recipe
you name it heresy i call it artillery
feeding the devil in me ; psychotic tendency
 
 
I bury em six hundred feet
i lbury em 60 feet
i bury em 6 feet

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