Into my skin comes trouble again

Bad cannon im so me lynch kramer

Grindfather drains the cuts from every seizure

Tripping on shovels that bury bones in me careful not to feel stoned sick

Soldiers cut bullets cut agile full metal will bring me the dying shot

Charming death looms high and dry

Spinning and falling yet not to make a scene

Ur shit and u know it dont stickle ur pretty faces

Spinning in gyres to fling it out

Garbage flys whacking sheep sheperd they follow

My mouth is open excreting and shackled may finally

Its u its ALWAYS been u

SPINNING AND FALLING YET NOT TO MAKE A SCENE

UR SHIT DONT ACT LIKE ITS A THING

SPINNING AND FALLING ILL MAKE U SHIT THE SCENE

UR SHIT AND U KNO IT IM NOT INABINBR09 AENRIB0NQ3R9

Lover or stranger i can't tell

Facetious im torn every shoulder speaks vile

I try to compress such force makes me numb

Psychic prostrates my ego side prurient destroys

My vessel is woken stranded with flock of frays

Every pinch of self loathing tans my skin to a coat

Always pissing and pretty feeling ugly but smiling

I dont flex to be courted its the stigmas im holding

Though each winter they grow every moment feels coldest

Crumbling frost im cast to rot inside my SKIN