APART FROM THE MOLD, AM I PRETTY?

Lyrics
[Kill Ebola] Mentally never land Physically barely stand Bloody knife in my hand Buddy died in that fucking sand I guess then Its up to you She asking me what i use I can barely speak i can barely move Just to seek the truth go and Let me loose Same misuse put back on self Empty pill bottles lay on the shelf Missing vodka drank it till i melt Just to leave myself Its a curse im dealt Best and worse i felt Pressure down on hells Level fear it sells But the food is stale Everything is jail Back in light we flail All i see is pale [Hatchetsaw] Uh, Black mold spread across his face Cross my eyes, see the stars Theres no saving grace Cold winds bless my skin Is it death i embrace? Down the rabbit hole i go Grab a gun, just in case Left deceased I see you & i scrutinize Heavy weight on my shoulders Grab the fucking nose and tie Liquid medicin My mental has been neutralized Break the fucking glass And ill letcu see the fucking sky Uh, Bite the muzzle Send me down below With the worms and the bones To a fucking pretty home Uh, bite the muzzle Send me down below With the worms and the bones To a fucking pretty home Paint the forest with my bone marrow Tear down my coffin Let me bleed out in the snow
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- kill ebola
- HATCHETSAW