Emptied

These people shitter then i ever ever ever been People grinning underneath got a clever clever grin I wanna grab the pain and fucking sever it I think ill stab myself for the hell of it Hell was shit Now I'm back With depression still today I wallow in the painful space Swallowin the pain away Gulping down the painful thoughts Brain and pain we make a war Told em what you waiting for He replied and said he wants to see My demise and misery This feeling that we've talked about still would be a mystery Burning away in the history Alongside pride and chivalry Clearly the end is coming early Merely A new person hidden in the mirroring Fearing rejection from the others It was meant to be But what was meant to be If reality is dead to thee In actuality the dead would be The absolute epitome Of living free There's a stimulation my last breath is giving me A living being turned back into the earth Black white yellow brown we all get a turn Rich dirt poor dirt which will ya be Depends on the wealth of a P U S SY Some get beat up for mean mugging G's Others gone eat up no trouble as it seems You'll be hiding in faces your empty like vases The spirits as vacant as the corpse in my basement The image portrayed was directly invaded The lies they gave you is what your incased in Surrounded by fake friends The lies i will break them The cries of a fake friend Aren't salty their tasteless Cant wait ive been waiting I feel like a waitress The feeling is painless Empty and stainless The blood we should make less But you wanna make more Ask yo ass again kidda what are you fake for What do i make for Why do we make war? Instagram friend's but what you at steak for What you gon ride for What you gon die for What you gon even fucking instagram live fouRH Jesus christ end it lad your egos a eye sore Yo whole shit is weak imma make you a dry wall Yea be a big baby go ahead cry ball Winge n cry ya fucking minge The way you and the boys are makes me fucking Cringe Lets spar at the spa or bar you can pick it then Fuck the sides im tearing down the whole picket fence Ill hit the first jab at your persona You defend Hiding in a face of masculinity At the end I told you lad ya bent Ill smoke ya like a kent Harder then the penis in my pants when its pitching me a tent Boy my neck im itching got a stench I just need some cents no not the common sense Eccentric i wanna grab my life and then end it The emptiness is emptied i will never befriend it The tempting kiss of satisfaction leads you to a tragic action Murdering your former self turn into a brain of plastic Hate the masses hate the few Nothing is okay with you Nothing is okay with me So hurry up along and move Dead inside the field of play Emptiness was whats at stake Making you all hide in fake Everybody hide their face