Daddy’s Cold Fingers The Psych Ward (AU)

[Chorus: Complete, Sever]
The Psych Ward, we’re like daddy’s cold fingers
The lyrics in our songs stroke all of our victims
The voice lingers
“Daddy, don’t touch me, that’s my private parts”
The Psych Ward, we’re like daddy’s cold fingers
The lyrics in our songs stroke all of our victims
The voice lingers
“Daddy, don’t touch me, that’s my private parts”

[Verse 1: Mysc]
This is what it’s like to be stuck and suppressed
To a drunk and undress to a rape and molest
Go get stuff of the chest, the legs spread, so let’s start
You can bet you’re gonna get it when it gets hard
Hard to speak, when I drill it through your arse it’s weak
This is what it sounds like if scars could speak
When our lyrics creep on you while you’re half asleep
Scars from father’s fingers when it comes to me

[Verse 2: Blunt]
When it comes to depression in my family, the shit’s genetic
Don’t worry though, I only wanna be a schizophrenic
My time is set in place between the beast and the beaut
While my rhyme resonates among the least and the few
So here’s a toast to the lonesome who believe what we say
[?] that we’ve made
Like when motherfuckers say you gotta do it for crew
But half the time the motherfuckers wouldn’t do it for you