SUNDAE WITH BLVVD
A new day and with it a new breakfast, All insults are addressed not to me, but to my mask, I'm going to pour blood on the sundae, Tomorrow will be a tough day, but now it's Sunday, I'll spill blood on pale ice cream like last Monday Haha, I'm experimenting with dishes, Yesterday I cut and ate a heart in pieces, My mind and all madness that there's not your business, I just eat ice cream with blood, take my riches, I don't really care, Hot waffles with boiling blood are for dinner, I am a vampire and cannibal and not a lifestealer, Darkness is the place of all crimes, uh I do not always hide my full face, I can hide half sometimes, uh Don't think that when I eat I'm kind, uh Every month turns my mind upside down, Blood waffles are the cutest form of me, Don't think that I'll always be like that, The past comes to the surface at any look at my scars I follow your every step, Plans are painted in my head, The void in the dark is so deep, Hallucinations and interference sounds are the reason I don't fall asleep, I'd rather be deaf than hear someone's tears under my ear Rain outside the window as if from a bucket, I eat an ice cream with a blood, knife is in my pocket For the case when someone will bother me, Black clothes still coverin' me, I need pomegranate juice for blood from the heart, I can’t kill during the day when everyone sees me, it’s better to do it in the dark, My methods of killing are secret and only I am comfortable working with... Don't even think to reveal my secrets, better watch your own! They are as if in the palm of your hand. So open! Haha!
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I'm scared... i like it 💀🖤
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