Osmophobia // Kevin [CoF] by Carbon Monoxide published on 2023-09-26T03:00:53Z this fucken duude art twitter: [ twitter.com/DieoxideCarbon?t=... ] youtube: [ www.youtube.com/@carbonmonoxide3263 ] ------------ [ Lyrics ] [Lyrics] my gullibility betrayed my humility things won't ever be the same can't help but feel im to blame mortal sensibilities praying on my tired knees i cry out, i want him here devote my life to deafened ears i'm quite good at calling bluffs but when push comes to shove i don't know what i'm afraid of but i know it's not enough behind my back i can feel cameras that aren't real karma's a tired trick and my sins make me home sick justice is just an excuse only i can know the truth i only exist to suffer judgement then how spoiled can i be? rotten like an apple tree how dare i resist responsibility gluttony for punishment fermented in cracked sediment it's the least i could do before i could hurt you too for an eye i'd rather give my spine my heart, my soul, turn me to wine it's the least i could do 'till there's nothing left to lose at least my guardian angel knows how to keep me faithful patient prophecies they know how and where to find me untrustworthy sensibility there's no such thing as common sense when you're as haunted as me beloved stories lack morality retribution smells of rot premonitions come in threes so singe my hair and burn my eyes my form is yours to colonize i'll give all my guilt immortality under the bed in the closet underground, covered in vomit nightmares rightfully come after me count how many days it's been keeping still while the world spins writing words across the wall pretend you don't feel so small oh how the time seems to pass takes forever way too fast i've lost the right to complain i brought upon myself the pain if only i had the drive fever dreams on 95 my punisher was revived it's because i came out alive take the mask off, it reveals cameras that aren't real i will bite, but won't kill i wanna see my guts spill i spit out a broken tooth only i could know the truth i am not entitled to forgiveness then how spoiled can i be? rotten like a lemon tree i should know love isn't about mercy my grief hasn't even started they tell me my thoughts are toxic no one i could trust tell me justice is unjust but i know i think i always knew my world doesn't make sense to you there's nothing you could do i'm not the one who's askew at least my guardian angel knows how to keep me faithful watchful as could it knows how and why to abuse me untrustworthy sensibility there's no such thing as common sense when you're as haunted as me beloved stories lack morality retribution smells of rot premonitions come in threes so singe my hair and burn my eyes my form is yours to colonize i'll give all my guilt immortality under the bed in the closet underground, covered in vomit nightmares rightfully come after me they tell me i'm not the one to blame but i still don't feel ok i don't need their petty games acceptance isn't an option anymore that's what i tell myself to legitimize my gore Genre the horrors Comment by Rub No 2023-09-29T12:29:17Z