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letra de world war me (prod. newnameloading...) - machina

machina..
what are you doing back here?
i told you to never come back
machina, get out now

load up the clip, put an end to this sh-t
my life isn’t something that i wan’t to live
bring me some candles to light up this b-tch
making the scene of my suicide lit

hang up your letters all over my walls
tears on your drawings, they got me so lost
cuts on my arms, what was the cost?
holes in my hands while i live on the cross

chillin’ in murdaworth, come f-ck with d
i mind my own business and smoke on my weed
when i’m not sad, i’ll be murdering beats
get the f-ck out if you can’t take the heat

shut the f-ck up! i can’t hear when i speak
the thoughts in my head, they don’t know that it’s me
depression is coming and making a scene
attacking and k!lling and hunting for me

destroy me, i beg you. i wan’t none of the beef
take out your scythe and come running towards me
take me to h-ll, i can’t ever have peace
love isn’t real and i can’t ever be-

laying in bed as i look at the ceiling
living life so far’s got me in my feelings
hating the sh-t that i dearly regret
hating the sh-t that i’ll never forget

the battles i’ve lost are revealed on my skin
i’m bruised and battered and beaten within
my mind is so slow, i vomit my thoughts
no energy while my stomachs in knots
hands on my face as i cry out to god
prayed and prayed.. yet, no response

i guess i just don’t really care
hit me and damage my soul, no repair
f-ck me! keep riding my mind, i don’t care
dancing with demons, yeah b-tch, i’m aware
f-ck you, keep talking that sh-t, b-tch i swear
hit you like a little b-tch, “it’s unfair!”
if you keep crying b-tch, i’mma prepare
something infinitely worse, yeah, i swear
dare you to hang yourself up by the street
let all the people know that you are so weak
b-tch

murder me maybe, i f-ck with the reaper
these n-ggas, they hate me, they smoking on reefer
i guess i just don’t give a f-ck, accepted my death, now i’m out of my luck
k!lling myself for the better, i know it
k!lling yourself cause you know that i love it
willing to help you in every way i
am willing to help you to take your own life

the battles i’ve lost are revealed on my skin
i’m bruised and battered and beaten within

machina..
wake up
hey..
you are in the place, that you’ve always wanted to be
how do you feel? are you glad that you pulled the trigger?
i am
please, enjoy your stay here, in the bonehouse diaries

- machina

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