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letra de white hell - sillyfurcorn clock

[verse 1: lucidd]
simple stupid face that everybody makes
everybody makes, but everybody fakes it
i feel like i’m the only person living in this world
a map that’s crumpled up and turns my mind into a swirl
a white reality that is geometrically wiped
the shapes are 2 dimensions but everything else is spliced
like a glitch in a world that shouldn’t at all exist
maybe i am in a coma, or i am next on the list
i can’t remember the last time i went to sleep
but the last time that i smoked was 1993
maybе i am just on some psilocybin or some acid
but all i see is white, and thе colors, they would be clashin’
so i start travelling down the same road
the ground has the same texture as play-doh
i don’t really understand anything here
white h-ll
n0body’s here, n0body’s with me
the air is cold, it smells sour and fishy
there’s 4 dimensions to this sh-t, i’m heavy
white h-ll
there’s numbers lining the walls, there are voices
they told me i got here ‘cause of a coin flip
a 50/50 and i had to join them
white h-ll
they say i have to stay calm and collective
the mirrored walls, i see my own reflection
my death unrendered, descended to never
white h-ll
[verse 2: wyntyrr]
(the last thing i remember from the reality i was in was falling down and ending up in this white h-ll, the f-ck is this?)

noclipped out of reality
now trapped within this gallery
in this place, the gods shall hear ye
not, no crying or saddened screams

still questioning what happened, i
looked at the walls, saw that inside
which lured me in, now trapped in white
i fell, not what i had in mind

avoid the void devoid of voices
avoid the void, the void where boys sing
the noise annoys, destroys you, the point is
ignore, don’t join

at a dead end without an end and
had i died and did it not render?
heading to death in the depths, never
to be mended

avoid this void devoid of joy, i’m
a toy the voices poison and boil
decoys the void employed, they’re loyal
to it
demented and headed down to
the dense sad h-ll, destined for the
end now that i had edited
it in the head

a void then avoided, the voice dead
at void’s end, the noise, it devoid and
a boy tested void’s depth with toys, headed
down to me

- sillyfurcorn clock

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