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letra de escape room - rural internet

[part 1]

[intro: zombae]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: zombae]
when a hole in your story means a hole in your head
throwing bullet points at you ’till your corpse lays in red
you got stories worth tellin’ whether it’s warm in that section
with every bit of truth you tell with make the best food
artistry is the cartography of us
it’s all laid out, a biography of blood
will they all stay when all the p-ssies come to shove?
it’s a novel thing to reason with when you see all the love
it’s impure when they judge it off a couplе projects
your whole life’s book is summеd up in a table of contents
all the plots, all the settings, all the friends, and all the areas
can all be on trial cause of two-eighty characters
i try to read everyday but n0body’s got time for that
instead they need a live reaction all before their mind reacts
i guess the point of it is it’s important that affairs have
gotten so bad that i don’t know what to share of my own sense of bear
’cause if i speak some heresy i guarantee that i’ll get buried deep
playing drill songs for jokes but y’all be mad about some nfts
it’s an environment that pries your eyes so you can’t effect
start this verse of violent so that you can pay attention
but this word rings true, f-ck being cool man
you should try some air, only universal answer is self care
sometimes the wreck’s deserved ’cause we’re all in this depressing world
i don’t wanna think we gotta dig it out, but
that insecure that secures the track, the
the truth is no f-cking body
guarantee you need the help
bleed the world and all its bonds, guarantee you need the h-ll
[?]
you meet the people so sad when it comes to end
[?]
scan the room, we need some friends, we need to end it all
[verse 2: charlotte crosby]
we need to end it all
i’m in the sun tryna keep my composure
but i know these real [?] gonna shoot as they pose us
i’m tryna make sense of the petty little offers
the b-tches still alive, what they tryna accomplish?
i really care about, but i only care about you
tryna make sure that they never come and drown you
tryna make sure that they’re all nice houses
the way things are going we’re about to be ousted

[verse 3: doin’ fine]
first time i escaped when i was fifteen
singin out in my bedroom bout bein there on my twelve speed
i felt the emotions, all potent up in the warm breeze from the ocean
socially nowhere but f-ck it i was soulful
now i’m here and still got no one that knows me
i’m throwin blood up like a gang sign, i’m kaito momota
i take a grapevine, and make some white wine
vriska fine is the name that i’m proud is mine
motherf-cker check the time, 10pm, wheres your wife?
and summy made it out yeah they escapin’
and bounty made it out yeah they escapin’
and ‘rezi made it out yeah they escapin’
but we didn’t do that sh-t by praying, thanking god we made it
eh bien continuons, eh bien continuons
[part 2]

[verse: charlotte crosby]
you can take me as i will
or take me as i am
either way you want i’ll sustain this song [?]
i can resurrect the dead
i’ll just tear your world to shreds
but instead of wanting bragging rights i see it’s all dead
f-ck around with your power and i promise you’ll be dead
in the grave with harass all the things i’ve done instead
you never cared about this so i’ll leave you on read
i’m so tired of these sickos i’m not [?]
i can still flee the world without all your power
escape this world my thoughts read about you
[?]
it may have crashed but could blossom a flower
(yeah a blossoming flower, like a blossoming flower, like a blossoming flower, like a blossoming flower yeah)

[bridge: charlotte crosby]
let me go i’ll be quiet
honestly it’s fine, i’ve waken up so many times before
and, like, i don’t wanna keep waking up
i’ll miss you a lot though if you do

[verse 2: doin’ fine]
i love my mom, i hate my boyfriend
but i love my mom
eh bien, continuons, santé
ay, this year i dipped from my mothers and i ain’t been back since
i took her heart and crushed it, but i need to prove her daughter can outsource somebody to love her
i had to ghost her
screaming in the dms ’bout how she lives suffer, but i’m just as important
every single thought is lawless, and thats honest, like f-ck your validity
i’ll cope how i wanna, i’ll be who you made me be
it’s still f-ck adani but i can make your boy mine
gladys b f-cked up i’m all stuck inside
but the second i’m out i’m doing the sh-t i wanna
even if i got no one in my city who’s my mother
and if this the escape room, im donnin’ the wig that lio gave me
with the gun to my head because no god’s gonna save me
and give macquarie street some brand new paint on the pavement
f-ck making a statement, i’ll set the parliament blazing
and its for every aussie f-ggot, tranny, queer and dyk-
that imma spit a freestyle with scomo’s head on a pike
it took me this long to find out that imma kike
even thought my last motherf-ckin’ name is fine
and my grandpa didn’t want my first name to be sam, i still got baptized
put through an anglican school where i learned it ain’t right
for f-ggots to be f-ggots, god hates that life
and do you hear these h-rns? to me, they’re salvation
you’ve heard seven songs with brass, know the book of revelations?
heaven’s come to pass, so fear the god of all nations
she’s arison out of sydney and she dons the h-rns of satan
i morph forms forever in eden’s ouroboros
i’m tryna make enough money to become the next soros
and then give it all out till my sisters live in solace
and then imma f-ck off and go and live in the forest
‘cuz i’m a hard c-nt
escaping ain’t the solution to your problems
it’s about living beneath the flooring
its about the love in the spite of torture
its about immaterial fortune
i promise your self hatred is distorted
even though my god’s contorted, i’m flying my colours all soaring
and you can too – because the truth of these lyrics
is that god is not some force up there up above the cirrus
the ones who control you are your own holy spirits
and that’s why they call it god-fearing
you have to burn that scripture by giving yourself the clearance
they spent a lifetime showing me safety and making me fear it
but i’m still here tryna be with someone i love dearest
who woulda guessed that when they made me dress up and trained me to hate it
that one day i’d revel in the love, with the same d-mn maid dress
it’s vriska, motherf-cker
[part 3]

[verse 1: zombae]
waiting for a second that i’m gone with the feeling, uh
waiting for everyone with melanin
waiting for that god to strike me down
[?] i’ll go around the town
i waited
going what to say what i’m waiting for us to
break all the matrix
the matrix [?]
i’m waiting for malarkey to end
when the parts in me are ready for the end
i’m just waiting to get enticed by something that i’m waiting for to stall
i hate my soul and the rest of it
i need myself for the betterment
i need myself for the betterment
i need myself for the estrogen, yeah
i need to see my ideal
i will not die with [?]
i need to become the breast
i need to feed all the feels
you want my fealty, i need it
i need a second i can tease it
i cannot do, i cannot seize it
i’m waiting for my collapse
for my own pains away
i just be past
i cannot pitch to my what can i see here
i cannot react so fine, so ima just wait
until i will take my life

- rural internet

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