Like you realize a lot of shit.
I'm dead, it's fucking coffin shit.
There's literally a fucking weird thing that leaves your brain when you die.
I don't even know what the fuck to call this eso shit.
But I know I have to be productive like shit even now.
Do people know I'm fuckin' dirty ashes?
It's catchy as shit to sing about anxiety.
Everybody has it now...
... like you.
They don’t have to even draw it on their faces.
There is a fuckin' big market with the suffering.
I was channeling my hurt so fucking hard, you know.
Like fuck, I monopolized the depression.
I only confirmed fuckin' privatization of despair and shit,
detached from any kind of solidarity.
I should have been converting this shit into politicised anger.
I mean like straight up, cut their faces off.