CHALK

“CHALK”

I got the Mac in my lap, might just turn you to ash
I got the cheese for the rats, stomping and making them splat
I told you I’m a demon, and you don’t believe it
So I’m ending all the lives before the next season
And now they’re screaming "oh no,” I used to be emotional
But now I"m feeling no remorse, might put them in the morgue
Soul is torn, ghost bored, roaming round still ignored
And I wonder if they know they’re dead and in a different form
When I’m alone, my thoughts are horrid, and my mind is all distorted, and my mind is unreported, and my wires are cut and short
Bed rotting like I’m torpid, never blooming like an orchid
I gave my last dollar to demons I can’t afford it
Make you fucking cut in half
And I’m drowning in a bath of your blood I put inside a fucking bag
And they say that I’m bad, but the demons telling me I’m good
Pushing bodies into bodies of the water, find them when you hook
Feeling like I’m Jason when I’m creeping through the fucking camp
Then I return to the lake where I keep the bodies damp
Definition darkness so I’m breaking all the fucking lamps
Cramming all the bodies in a circle then I fucking chant
Cooking tea, honey mixed with LSD
Now I freak
Running, fleeing, let me free
Inside my mind I see it’s a cage, I lost the key
Looking to the sky to find it and I fucking plead

Driving down the road and I’m looking for a kill
Spilling guts just to get a fucking thrill
Gotta take a pill just so I can fucking chill
I’m not fucking with the pain like I’m working on a mill
Thoughts going in circles like a tire
And I’m wired, in the AM, cooking my brain like a fryer
Everybody looking for me like I’m Will Byer
I’m a monster running when I fucking see fire
Tears falling on remains
Death will keep on crawling through my brain
Looking at the sky my tears are blending with the rain
Every day my life is feeling more mundane
I might disappear like I’m David Blaine, for this earth I wasn’t made
Reaper pick me out like I'm a crop
I'm a blip, I'm a bot, and I’m just a fucking prop
It’s a lot when it’s nonstop thoughts around the clock
And I slowly boil from the pressure like a crockpot
Wishing all this shit would just fucking stop
Tryna clean my life, I got a fucking saturated mop
I try to see the light but I just wanna drop
I try to fucking fight but I’m in too much shock
Got the glock pressed to my eye and it goes pop
The casings hit the floor and they're bagged up by the cops
Unrecognized, get a DNA swab
I’m decaying where they’re tracing, where I’m laying out, with chalk

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