Losing my mind to pictures
In the mean time scribbling scriptures
Bout how i see the world through post apocalyptic filters
Kinda f*ck with it till the moonlight starts to dimmer into blood red sunken eyes and my mind withers
Into the gore of a horror film
Shortly taking course towards my ornament of poorly built
Horses outta bones
And now my house is like a stormy villa
No one owns the throne
Stone cold eyes might as well be on my own
Sometimes i wish that i could still f*cking smoke
To take a minute out my day and put my focus on my throat
And ill just say it, for the sake of a lack of a better trope
Im only 17 but i feel like im way too old
Lives several lives over
And acid broke my mental in everyone of them so theres
Not much of an escape
I could die just to go there
And feel it all again
But its honestly not worth it, means justify an end
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Losing my mind to pictures
In the mean time scribbling scriptures
Bout how i see the world through post apocalyptic filters
Kinda f*ck with it till the moonlight starts to dimmer into blood red sunken eyes and my mind withers
Into the gore of a horror film
Shortly taking course towards my ornament of poorly built
Horses outta bones
And now my house is like a stormy villa
No one owns the throne
Stone cold eyes might as well be on my own
Sometimes i wish that i could still f*cking smoke
To take a minute out my day and put my focus on my throat
And ill just say it, for the sake of a lack of a better trope
Im only 17 but i feel like im way too old
Lives several lives over
And acid broke my mental in everyone of them so theres
Not much of an escape
I could die just to go there
And feel it all again
But its honestly not worth it, means justify an end
In the mean time scribbling scriptures
Bout how i see the world through post apocalyptic filters
Kinda f*ck with it till the moonlight starts to dimmer into blood red sunken eyes and my mind withers
Into the gore of a horror film
Shortly taking course towards my ornament of poorly built
Horses outta bones
And now my house is like a stormy villa
No one owns the throne
Stone cold eyes might as well be on my own
Sometimes i wish that i could still f*cking smoke
To take a minute out my day and put my focus on my throat
And ill just say it, for the sake of a lack of a better trope
Im only 17 but i feel like im way too old
Lives several lives over
And acid broke my mental in everyone of them so theres
Not much of an escape
I could die just to go there
And feel it all again
But its honestly not worth it, means justify an end
Writer: Christopher Ford
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