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I lied about having Leukemia (Stage 4) to get sympathy and commends, and I apologize to everyone I hurt.
I lied about having Leukemia (Stage 4) to get sympathy and commends, and I apologize to everyone I hurt.
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4ria - SCATTER BRAINED F*CK
My heart is flammable
This world is cold
I stand alone
With a molotov cocktail in my hand
That I am damned to throw
At anyone who ever
Comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won
A steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running
From the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained
Static remains as the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life
Like a savage I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits
These patterns stab me
Leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
B*tch, I'd rather go home
Where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it

My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it
You're better off hating me
Matter of fact I hope you do

Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
B*tch, I am weary

Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase
More hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path
As it leads to my deathly folly
F*ck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels
Like they slipped on a f*cking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all f*cking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained
Static remains as the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life
Like a savage I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits
These patterns stab me
Leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
B*tch, I'd rather go home
Where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it

My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
Theyll all regret it