Untitled - August 24th, 2024
Wake up for school
Smoke a blunt
Challenge your faith to God
Roll down your sleeves
Clean out the sink
Maybe you should give yourself some time to think
Hope for a better plan
To make it to neverland
Young boys like you never dig out from the sand
But the sand has turned to mud
They yell at you to stop the fuss
Just give up and let it consume
They tell you not to struggle, untense with ease
But the snake has wrapped around your leg
Forcing all your efforts cease
I can feel the hunger in my bones
Encapsulating shame that’s shown
Why at 14 am I grown?
Drink another sip to hell
Dismiss the worry for your health
God, why do I feel so alone?
Do things actually get better?
Do things actually get better?
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Question all the faith that’s lost
Question if there’s still a God
Rip off all your skin with those violent claws
Reconsider the testament
Reconsider your repent
Starve until your sins are dead
You’ve been consumed by the mud
You feel your small coffin thud
Yell out for a forgiving God
No-one’s gonna save you now
No-one’s gonna save you now
Just run another lap again
Bring this conquest to an end
Go to hell with all your friends
The poison sinks into your skin
I can feel the hunger in my bones
All I touch just turns to mold
Why do I no longer grow?
Certify that all is well
Make sure no-one has to dwell
Everything has gone so null