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suicide notee Intro
01:17
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Tranquil self harm with a candle
I'm on my knees
Give my life to the beehive
Feed the flower, I wanna overdose
Four leaf clover, take care of me
I dropped a cannonball on a new smile
I'm drifting in the cleaning aisle
Puppet Fingers put me in exile
It'll be a little while
I'm Camgirl, Pygmalion, your etheric layer
Cut myself again, I made it spell out "Slayer"
I sound real fucking good on paper and in practice, I'm the best one that you could ever be
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Cuttinggg (swan hands)
03:58
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Trust me, this shit's real life
And trust me, I keep a big knife on me
In the forest with a rose in my hair
Every time I roll the dice, I just pray that I'll get lucky
I play with color curves and I'm playing with my life
I'm eating garbage out of swan hands for the last time
A pestilence wedged in my eye and in my mind
Parasites in my room, I don't wanna say goodbye
I keep a knife cherry kissed with blood
Johnny Sorrow face, everyone's gun
Yeah, I spin it all around
I'm a fucking sad clown and I can't stop crying
When you do it, feels just like a hug
Kill me and wrap me in your rug
I still hate my love but it feels like a hug every time I'm frowning, but I won't stop counting and I can't help drowning
All things considered, I was never that good at life in the first place
It's an odd, odd feeling
It's a real odd feeling
And when I do it all again for the third time, I still won't feel that bad about it
I did it 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 on me
Broken glass, 16 year old faker razor
Pencil shavings and I'll make more of them
Sterilize it and give me a hug
It's pure thigh confusion and dysphoria, and it's love and self-hatred
It's blood
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Raver, stay wit me <3
02:49
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I come from a place but I don't even know where it came from
Collected together, it looks like something you'd love to play with
I feel like it's Tetsuo
I feel like it's chamber dreams of you
Talking to boy bands and I'm asking "who?"
Is this photo real?
I'm talking to you
Kerosene, camouflaged wedding rings
In the back and I'm rolling off some ecstasy
I just dropped a pill in my smoothie
Midnight life
I'm the martyr of the club scene
Fuck it all, I'm going crazy
I'd kill myself for you if you told me it'd rape me
Cause our sex looks just like video art, it's oh so beautiful to me
I feel like losing myself
Off, off, off, off, off, off again
I wanna kiss into the sea
I wanna be your everything
It feels like losing myself
Off, off, off, off, off, off again
Put my arteries on my sleeve
I wanna feel everything
Cammy cam
I look like Dramamine
There's something about me and it's hurting me
Pick it up, come fuck my life
Everything I know is right
Baby, you're my favorite knife, so break another lullaby
Baby, I can't even stand you
I'm still dying alone
I'm kissing candles
Have some reverence for me
Count your days and watch me bleed
I'm yours for you to strangle, leave my corpse on your mantle
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DOOM
02:36
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If the world ended tomorrow, I would never blow out my candlelight
I would never ever bathe again
I wanna wither away while you watch
If my world ended tomorrow, I'd be camouflaged in the sunset
I don't care about making a song
I don't care about hating myself
Cause I'm going fucking crazy just thinking about it and I'm really just hoping that you're okay
I'm in a state I really don't wanna be in
All I've ever fucking wanted is a new life
I wanna be you but my back hurts
I'll never ever be the same again
I would be you but my back hurts
I never knew how to live in the first place
My thighs hurt
My face burns cause I washed it with a bag of lace
My statist guardian monolith helps the back pain
Touch the pond
Every day I do it again
Kiss it like you don't care about myself
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Toronto 2
02:51
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Take me to Toronto
Leave me in a bottle
One day I could be just like you
I could be your pornstar, I could be your model
Love me like I'm fucking brand new
Meeting in the back with the chemist
New lacerations
I don't need a medic
Huffing balloons like ha ha ha ha
Put my lip underneath my mouth and leave it to rot
Mother forge me
Mother heal me
Hiding sleeves underneath the real me
Exposure mixed with kerosene
The truth comes second in command and it's biting
Living in a dream or a fractured art piece
I can't even see clear
I can't even fucking breathe
I'm paralyzed again but it's miniscule
Patchwork Dog and I'm swimming in a mana pool
Can I do it?
Can I live?
I keep undercover knives in a wedding ring
Flying out to Toronto on a bee sting
When I killed myself, I felt like I had fucking wings
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She wants to take me down to the river bed
I could never stop you
My eyes, nose and mouth are busy seeing red
I could never stop
I'm too much of a cloud to laugh at because I'm a waste of time
Dismembering my words with fake truths and beautiful lies, because you're the truest abstract; because you're my favorite knife
You could spin around in a circle
Who cares?
I hope you know I'm awful and I hope it makes you scared
And I'm living in an art piece and there's nothing even here
And I'm fucked up beyond disbelief and it makes me real scared
I'm peeping into all the boreholes on my skin
I could never stop you
Talking to herself
I'm her pincushion
I could never stop
Hell
How much am I even worth in the first place?
God, it makes me feel like a bitch in the worst way
But I can't even write a suicide note because there's too much to hurt about
Ink blots, that's all it is
Ink blots ruining ink blots' lives
I just want another shot at my first time
The hand of evermore and ever after makes me sublime and I really hate it
I'll kill myself in three more days
I could never stop you
Transcendence into a white swan state
I could never stop
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by the bluest of seas
02:13
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It's my shooting star
I've got Rosanna scars
Backseat of your car
I like it when you go dark
Kiss me out of spite, and under candlelight, and under blissful nights
Still it all seems perfect to you
But everything I know is falling into place once again
I taste of chemicals and needles in my skin
Beautiful pretend
In the darkest corner, I'm still watching
Face of cherry cannabis
Bitch, get to talking
Real fucking suicide, it made me nauseous
I only wanna live on to see you blossom
Fuck it
You don't wanna see me for a while
I'm putting on my dress pants just to look poetic and dumb
Baby girl, I'm just having fun
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