[TELLE]
This pressure around my neck, it's like a guillotine
Pretend that I'm okay, it's fucking killing me
Like a bird with a broken wing, its feathers caught in the wind
I keep fallin' and fallin'
This pressure around my neck, it's like a guillotine
Pretend that I'm okay, it's fucking killing me
If life is an open wound and I don't recover soon
Then I'm already dead
[Screams In Silence]
I fight for my dignity while you fight for my dick
The slit necks of the future are making you sick
The bloody stumps of heads litter this land
And i’m still at war with my mind, no more room to stand
You want to beef with me bitch, you’ve got a war buddy
I’ve got the tightеst tourniquet to stop your bleeding
I won’t back out of a fight even if it’s with a bitch
I’m alrеady dead motherfucker, best close your mouth with a stitch
I’ve said too much about you to even fucking care
There’s no reason I should care so i’d cook your meat rare
You look past the signs and you can’t help but deny
That’s your downfall bitch cause you’re living a lie
I’m already dead so these fumes contaminate the air
Lunging for your neck and leeches feasting on your hair
Everyone complains that this life isn’t fair
But those are the seams that you don’t want to tear
This pressure around my neck, it's like a guillotine
Pretend that I'm okay, it's fucking killing me
Like a bird with a broken wing, its feathers caught in the wind
I keep fallin' and fallin'
This pressure around my neck, it's like a guillotine
Pretend that I'm okay, it's fucking killing me
If life is an open wound and I don't recover soon
Then I'm already dead
[Screams In Silence]
I fight for my dignity while you fight for my dick
The slit necks of the future are making you sick
The bloody stumps of heads litter this land
And i’m still at war with my mind, no more room to stand
You want to beef with me bitch, you’ve got a war buddy
I’ve got the tightеst tourniquet to stop your bleeding
I won’t back out of a fight even if it’s with a bitch
I’m alrеady dead motherfucker, best close your mouth with a stitch
I’ve said too much about you to even fucking care
There’s no reason I should care so i’d cook your meat rare
You look past the signs and you can’t help but deny
That’s your downfall bitch cause you’re living a lie
I’m already dead so these fumes contaminate the air
Lunging for your neck and leeches feasting on your hair
Everyone complains that this life isn’t fair
But those are the seams that you don’t want to tear
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