[Intro]

(You like flyin’? I got somethin’ that’ll really make you fly)

(A number of doctors have already begun to place microscopic tracking devices under the skin of schizophrenics, which is a great way to make sure the visions get… lost)

(fiuneral)

[Verse 1: hypnosis111]

I know things might sound difficult

I’m so fucking misera-

Things-things might sound difficult

I’m so fucking misera-mis-mis-

She said I’m a star, so I’mma starve until I see my bones

Keyed her fucking car, we fell apart, I still hear her moans

Playing my guitar, hiding scars, I hope she decomposed

Party, party, party every night, I’m never goin’-goin’-

Feel like Kumar, rip the bong and hope for no patrols

This is my memoir for all the times I couldn’t steal your soul

This is my memoir for all the times I couldn’t keep control

[Verse 2: morgue]

She said she wanna love me, now her mothafuckin body's cold (morgue)

I am not responsible, trash cans where it'll be dispos-

I’m so fuckin’ vulnerable

Off this pressure, insufferable

I’m that tweaker with the nerdy face, it’s bad but preferable

Wanna be a Patrick Bateman copycat killer ([?], we could race)

Got my homie in the back tryna huff some paint thinner (I bet you’d lend me $500)

Even though I’m a gravedigger, I just really need to see her

I’m without a heart, now they know me as an organ fisher

(You look confused. You don’t know those scrolls of magic. Speak to our faculty)

[Verse 3: hypnosis111; slowed]

I know things might sound difficult

I’m so fucking miserable

She said I’m a star, so I’mma starve until I see my bones

Keyed her fucking car, we fell apart, I still hear her moans

Playing my guitar, hiding scars, I hope she decomposed

[Verse 4: morgue; slowed]

She said she wanna love me, now her mothafuckin body's cold

I am not responsible, trash cans where it'll be disposed

I’m so fuckin’ vulnerable

Off this pressure, insufferable

I’m that tweaker with the nerdy face, it’s bad but preferable