Sick of Myself JT Music (Ft. Andrea Storm Kaden)

[Verse 1: Skullkruncher13]
What's torment if you’re born into it
So you've never known different?
Forced into it as you poured into it
All of your tears and seared your skin to it
With Scorn, I'll become more intimate
Forever ’cause I can't short infinite
I am awake, but I'm tied to my fate
No escape when the rope has no more give to it
Am I of a primordial origin
Or did somebody conjure a corpse again?
How organic the horrors, abhorrent
A prison of bone and my body's a form of it
As I'm foraging for any nourishing
Sources of hope, which surely I'm forgin'
The judge and the jury, I'm cеrtainly more than
Court is in session and I’m getting sworn in
I can fashion a wеapon of organs
Sickening, twisted, threaded with thorns
And although I’ve fallen, I've found my reform
Harvest a halo, harness some horns
Getting harder to follow my heart
With the modular structure fallin’ apart
To be swallowed whole, every soul retaken
Symbiotic, all forsaken