WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THIS WORLD
SPREAD MY SOUL OVER ETEEERNITTTYYYYY
MENTAL ANGUISH, LONGING FOR THE PAST
SMELL MY TOES WHY DO THEY STIIIIINK
MY PIE IS APPLE, I DESIRE PUMPKIN
Walking through closed doors
my soul has deserted me
I FEEL THE ANGER
Nobody could ever truly understand
I might as well be fucking dead today

Chorus:
MY PIE IS APPLE, I DESIRE PUMPKIN
MY VOMIT IS LIKE MY SOUL
WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THIS WORLD
I FEEL THE ANGER
THEIR EYES ARE LEAVING A STIGMA ON MY SKIN
THIS CRINKLING WILL NOT END!
oh WHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY



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