| Brush off my skin from these thoughts I can’t handle
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| I thought that y’all knew my brain’s been off the mantel
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| I always say that I am scattered or tattered or tarnished
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| Like feed my mouth with battery acid, then my esophagus
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| For those who didn’t know, my brain’s been obsolete
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| So do not ask a question, my mind is going bleak
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| All this anger suppression, this hate is just resting
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| It turns into love, then you leave like the rest did
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| What makes me better than people you hated?
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| We thought that we cared, but that shit was belated
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| Don’t you see hate in my eyes?
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| Don’t you see pain in my eyes?
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| Why, brain? |
| Why’d you have to go?
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| I know you have so many personas, I know
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| Why, mentality? |
| You’ve been fucking bad to me
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| You can’t make a path for me, rather chew on batteries
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| I am acidic, so toxic, you did it
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| I should’ve precautioned myself with a vision
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| Why, brain? |
| Why’d you have to go?
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| I know you have so many personas, I know
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| You cannot kill me off, why?
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| 'Cause you’re too afraid to just die
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| I’ll never leave your mind
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| I’m haunting your head till you’re fried |