Uh
Grim
World
I never meant to get so violent
My head is always filled with silence
Maybe more like filled with static
Spiderwebs around the attic
Maybe I have f*cking magic
Magic
You look sexy in my daydreams
As maladaptive as they may seem
Spread out like confection
Apart from your confessions
Guilty is the priest
Then I wake up
And I drink up
Put on some makeup
I'm not the same girl
After nightfall
You take your chances
Out in the grim world
And you'll get f*cked up
You'll get f*cked up, up, up
F*cked up, up
You'll get f*cked up, up, up
F*cked up, up
You'll get f*cked up
You get f*cked up
You know I love the way you moan
I can feel you dripping through the phone
Calling from inside the home
Hang it up like"Wait, hello?"
F*ck the metal
F*ck the chrome
Cause I'm a silver creep
Blood on the satin sheets
Line up my metal teeth
You shouldn't f*ck with me
I'm out in Paris rolling up and smoking luxury
You're in the trenches with these bitches who can't touch me
F*ck it!
And then I wake up
Then I wake up
Grim
Oh, f*ck it