MY VOMIT IS LIKE MY SOUL
MY PIE IS APPLE, I DESIRE PUMPKIN
SWEET DESIRE TURNS INTO PAIN
And my spirit crumbles
AND IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE CAUSE I CAN'T STOP PICKING AT IT
All the pain inside this man
MY PAIN CAN CLIMB THE AGGRO CRAG
WHY WON'T GOD JUST KILL ME NOW?
my soul has deserted me
YOU TORE MY FEELINGS






Chorus:
TO PEOPLE WHO SPIT ZIRCONIUM, I VOMIT JEWELS
All the pain inside this man
I might as well be fucking dead today
IN CLAUSTHROPHOBIC DEMOTIVATIIIOOOOOON
THE SMELL OF DEATH IS IN THE AIR
and with my past in flames i come out in shame
FUCK YOU MOM!
FUCK YOU DAD!
WHY DO YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME SO MAD!!!!



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