Widsom

That boy's one mean motherfucker
You're irritated, like salt to open skin
Your blood is riveted, like a pool of guilt you spin
Feel pathetic frenzy, feels better to hang than to tell
There's nothing around you, make it out to purify your hell
Broken in, blurry head
Sinking in, the real end
Tell me words of wisdom
Boring off your neurotic tongue
Tell me words of wisdom
Boring off your neurotic tongue
Don't like this future trip
Not down with deadly clique
I'm just so decadent
The only plus of less
Use and regenerate
This love makes you sighted
I guess just paranoid
Deride pathetic
Losing in, bruises
Face the fall, annihilated