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You think of it
and you think of it
till you're
mother fucking
sick of it
And it’s sick of you
but you’d stick to it
Thoughts can backflow, septicemia transmit.
It haunts you
and it haunts you
till your
Daddy comes to fondle you
and he’s haunting you
cause what’s haunting him
is a generational, inflicted sin.
It’s thriving
and it’s thriving
till it grows death’s wings for terrorizing
It creeps over you
But you’re under him
The weight of sickness is the mass of him.
You’re damaged
ever damaged
till you crash your car, destruction managed.
And destruction rides
what destruction decides
You’re a bad decision, accidentally survived
You’re trying
yes you’re trying
till you bleed your guts out sympathizing
But what ails you
ails what it brews
The mass of truth is sickness too.
and you think of it
till you're
mother fucking
sick of it
And it’s sick of you
but you’d stick to it
Thoughts can backflow, septicemia transmit.
It haunts you
and it haunts you
till your
Daddy comes to fondle you
and he’s haunting you
cause what’s haunting him
is a generational, inflicted sin.
It’s thriving
and it’s thriving
till it grows death’s wings for terrorizing
It creeps over you
But you’re under him
The weight of sickness is the mass of him.
You’re damaged
ever damaged
till you crash your car, destruction managed.
And destruction rides
what destruction decides
You’re a bad decision, accidentally survived
You’re trying
yes you’re trying
till you bleed your guts out sympathizing
But what ails you
ails what it brews
The mass of truth is sickness too.
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