Текст песни
Cut my chest, the blood fresh
Got a discharge, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a end
Plague
on my chest, on my chest
Cut my chest, the blood fresh
Got a discharge, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a end
Plague on my chest
On my chest
I've been in a rut, ducked off from the sun
Bit my gun with my black gold gums
I'm no fun, I'm no fun
Blood run marathons down my chest
I'm a mess, ain't nobody gonna clean up
Bulletproof your limousine
I been in the market for a brand new soul
Daddy hit a brand new low
Better yet, another agoraphobic episode here we go
Again here we go again, here we go
Lately, I decided I'ma stay alive
I just wanna live and see society die
Looking around and all I see is at the end of the line
I see a dystopia, dystopia!
Evil all over one
Creepin da wood
Self-hate and all your
Cut my chest, the blood fresh
Got a discharge, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a end
Plague on my chest
On my chest
