I'M HUNGRY!
Mental disorder, Sometime death tricks will give me lethal outcome, But I can't get enough of the sweet income, The result justifies the risk, I crave adrenaline, not peace, Mental problems don't bother me, The black mask is still on me. With this I enter incognito mode, An extraneous voice in my head and consciousness, In my mind, I still have a foreign voice, It towers over me as if dominates, Lettin' someone into my soul was my mistake. I NEED SOME PURPOSE, I'll die of boredom, 'CUZ OF THIS I WRITE VERSES. I'm prolly in the void BUT NOT AT THE BOTTOM, C'mon, call me a lost boy, IT WILL NOT BE WRONG, I've lost my way... -Again?... Emptiness is eating me again from the inside, I'm pathetic, it pisses me off at the same time, Every day I LOSE MY MIND, It seems to me everything that MY ANGEL TELLS ME IS LIME, Been wearing a mask for days I NEED THE WIND, I do what I want, I AIN'T DISTINGUISH BETWEEN ACTIONS AND CRIMES. Mental DISORDER, Sometime death tricks will give me LETHAL OUTCOME, But I can't get enough of the SWEET INCOME, It's a thirst for dough, in a sense, A MANIA I'm so fucking hungry it's devouring me from the inside and, you know, I'll absorb you even if you stand in my way, because you are just a hindrance for me compared to the goal. Nothing personal...
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