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letra de nyctophile - goremane

outside chiefin seekin for some hope i don’t believe in
i want any reason just to get somebody bleeding
since a kid i’ve been intrigued in seeing people
leakin
tweakin most of tha nighttime as i stick a blade deep in
organs arteries poking holes like carpentry
please do not start with me i will end you morbidly
eyes lookin left and right peepin any soul in sight
blackin out when i write only seen with what i light
stumble mumble but don’t fumble
twitchin glitchin in tha muscle
mouth’s a gun, tha tounges a muzzle
picture perfect psycho puzzle
twеakin geekin in the street in tha shade cuz i’m a creep
hardly me i’m in a t, r-a-n-c-e
lovе and hate this side of me tha pride in me is firey
i smile like a f-ckin freak when i feel tha evil rise in me
trapped in h-ll anxiety stay grasping to tha life of me
ain’t got sh-t to do with drugs tha f-ck up with sobriety
quit freak i do be looking for tha light in me
silently like a beast biest feast i dine to eat
cry and cheif i do see my own peace inside tha leaf
guiden me i do seek help for myself i can’t reach

feelin like a burden, nothing’s really working
i must dismiss myself to k!ll my health cuz i stay hurting
slashin on my stomach, in and out my conscious
death sounds so much better then this stress i do not want it
worried am i too loud, cuz my music bru-tal
thinkin neighbors fear me cuz alot of them have moved out
they see how i’m lookin, i’m on tha porch mean muggin
naturally just p-ssed off because stress is always cookin
in tha bathroom i write, about bullsh-t in my life
thinkin it’s why i have yet to complete sui-ci-ide
puffin onna swisha until my lungs shiver
summer fall spring winter january through december
sadness so bitter i drown it with liquor
intrigued by drug dealers and serial k!llas
psychedelic n-gga, acid tablet trippa
pill poppin flipper mista sugar dust crush sniffer
i feel f-ckin hopeless, i’m mentally still broken
i’ve done too many things now i am soon to be homeless
tickin time bomber, is this my karma
i’m always in some sh-t with both my daddy and my mama

- goremane

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