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letra de in space between time part 1 - nick thrice

[chorus]

i pray i never do it again
i pray i never do it again
i pray i never do it again
say you’ll hold me down till the end
promise i won’t do it again
promise baby this ain’t the end

[verse 1]

woke up today and i kinda wish that i f-ckin’ didn’t
my mental illness pretty f-ckin’ sickenin’
born sinner with no pot to p-ss in
and no friends to listen like my mic does
need a coffin and a white dove
so here’s the product, blood robotic
i’ll slit my wrist in the parking lot of a f-ckin’ sonic
and the world watches
while the earth spins backwards in its’ playpen
boy simulation nick thrice
f-ck it i’m lucifer’s eighth sin
and when the wind blow my ashes with it
i hope the world can smell the panic in it
i’m a little boy with a can of sprite
and some codeine i can mix with it

[chorus]

i pray i never do it again
i pray i never do it again
i pray i never do it again
say you’ll hold me down till the end
promise i won’t do it again
promise baby this ain’t the end

[verse 2]

i’m nodding off in the fifth dimension
till i k!ll myself like a haste decision
i’m a pretty boy with a brick of dro
and in dire need of an exorcism

my flesh is the victim of virus
i’m counting my money and weighing my eyelids
so put me away on an island till i’m losing my sh-t
like i am that b-tch miley cyrus

my clout is the g*nius of death
my soul is in debt to the dreams that i kept
up away in my attic and never forget
cause when you forget then you better off dead
and i’m better off dead
and i’m better of there in the system of panic
and all the distress we could never amend
all the sh-t that you did, when we was the friends
that descend to the pit of despair
and go back to the madness of atlases spinning in blackness
how tragic it was that the saddest of planets the one that we in?

pray that i never go through it again
prat that i never go off the deep end
pray that i never go off of the edge
pray that i never go down to the stix
stickin’ my wick in the baddest of b-tch

is the objective of life to be rich or to be happy?
it’s none of it
life is a cigarette, i am the b-tt of it
sucking the life out abundance to know the simplicity
whipping divinity
what is a sin to me?
satan’s vicinity eaten away at the fabric and structure of my own infinity
had an epiphany
f-ckin’ the world take that b-tch’s virginity

[chorus]

i pray i never do it again
i pray i never do it again
i pray i never do it again
say you’ll hold me down till the end
promise i won’t do it again
promise baby this ain’t the end

[outro]

you will enter a time warp in…
ten
nine
eight
seven
six
five
four
three
two
one
running systems for possible alternate universes
oh the death of god, the sweet sweet death of god

- nick thrice

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