Why does my chest feel like a harpoon?
Every eye sees the same in me...
Like I'm on the road...
"Focus on your lane"
Well I'm swerving...
Well I'm curving...
My wheels won't stop screaming at me...
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Every time I see a crow that I've never met before...
They feel threatened by me...
Like I sliced a carcass and hid it inside me...
Now I'm two in one...
Can't find me when my other is bleeding the same rain...
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When will I survive?
I've died 200 times this year...
And it's not even over...
Can't even get over a single smirk...
Cause I believe hate exist between those lips...
Speaking clean murder...
Through the gums...
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And I walk like it's the last day...
Carrying a backpack only I would wear...
My body is a pipe dream for the grim reaper...
Carry me to my tombstone...
But please don't tell my family...
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My heart was like Beethoven...
Beating proud to the ears...
But the vase just tipped over...
Guess I wasn't ready for the fall...
Not at all.