Welcome to hell; population me
And as the king of this land, I do decree
The world will look at me and see nothing but my darkness
I traded everything I had so that I could, try to escape
Permutations to suspend the being that lies in line
Have you ever thought of how, beautiful you'd look underwater
Grasping edges of porcelain wishing to be anywhere else
Fresh blood soaking your once clean clothes, Insatiable thirst for death
I have, fallen out of line
I've fallen out of line
(Drown bitch, do it)
Just open your lungs. Aspirate fluid
Decay in my arms, I now wish you were dead