Cut my cake into slices This is my raspberry torte No culination, no freezing Don't give a fuck if potato needs peeling This is my raspberry torte
(by Nirvana) I'm so happy 'cause today i found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly That's okay 'cause so are you We've broken our mirrors
My box is full And my mouth is full And my life is full And now my memory's full In how many ways and words Can you say nothing Millions of ways
running with his hand on his 9mm. He's got a small peter. Got 2 kids and a wife plus he beats her. Nod ya head as if my shit was the dog catcher. P-Roach
I lie so you lie but I think we've lied too many times. Hit the ceiling of our sky. Why bother my other and call for another. Oppostite side. I will
Slowly. Breaking down feeling weak. Thinkin about the higher ground that I wish to seek. For safeness. For realness. I'll break it down simple for my
Similac. My butt is black. I beat my pee-pee till it's black. My balls are black. I go to my friend's house to sleep at night. I try not to pee on myself
I forgot what I am. Seethe and burn. Tournaquette. Vomitnursespank shitpiss. Fisher price knows kids. Blood. Fists. Scars. XXX_Ray test is a fucking
I'm coming out I'm a freaked out cat Coming out stony And wet Gonna be picking it up For the boys who got slack in a band Papa Roach four fingers Of
Listen up, turn it up and rock it out party on, I wanna hear you scream and shout this is real, as real as it gets I came to get down to get some fucking
For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown God forbid I know I've been a letdown Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter Kicking and screaming
Woke up and I feel like shit I don't remember last night, I'm getting sick of this I hit the bottle when I got off stage and got piss drunk stupid
White light hovered over the patients room As he stares blank into space He knows he should be dying soon White light take away the pain White light
This is making me crazy These black clouds following me So I look for signs of light But rarely I see them I return to my shelter And I crawl in
I am scared. Pray. Because. I think I'm scared of myself. My problems and faults. They lay upon a shelf. Bring it out with the shroom. I'm paranoid laying
There's no money, there's no possessions Only obsessions, I don't need that shit Take my money, take my obsession I just want to be heard, loud and clear
All I need is a bottle and I don't need no friends I wallow in my pain I swallow as I pretend to act like I'm happy when I drink till no end I'm losing
I try I lie Someone's sphincter in my eye Kick it with that rebel cat and I want it to be that I'm feeling slightly down I'm looking up from the ground
