Nonsense Shoot; Art die

Something in the sideline Cringe to think of all I’ve done How I’ve died Maybe we can go and Maybe we can go and we can fight Tell all the pretty girls you’ve been nice Watch them all fall for lies Can’t you even try and hide All your bullshit in the mind I can see straight through your pride Seeing all you want is mine Saw you in the ending wine Trying to call me To see what I’m up to this time Like you never did what you did fine I’m not going to fall for it this time Any of it this time I swear all time I saw all the signs I can trace them to the line I can sense the coming night Coming defined the hine Hindsight is 20:20 view I would be an ugly side I can hide and I can die You can take and you can try What happens when we all want to die What happens when we all want to die Man it must be some fine Must be paying up the hind And how to try When it’s all you’ve got to define Who would wanna take that from a sigh All the pain And all the shame And all the hate And hate and hate and hate and hate I’m never going to Going to be I’m not going They can’t try Don’t know what’s going on They can’t find me if I’m here Alone inside my own mind Those were the days Now I’ll never ever be alright I’m hypnotized by the fight Man I just got to die Can’t risk all the answers here being stolen To disarm to destroy Weapons like this should be feared Now it’s my name on the cleared Answers to kill all the kids That would have been all big and bad Baddies must be floored and then They will take your futures too bleed you dry and you and you Wish there as an answer to There’s greed and then theirs blue Wish I could call report the yous Who would I be calling reporting to? Have you tried the feds Don’t think they will give the time to you Damn you should call that one in Or else it’s gonna be on you When they do it to a thousand A million A billion or two Little women Little men Little little ilkkle kids I try and get distraction brewing Laugh and joke and See right through I can see you I can see right though Can you see the feel the pain and red It’s like a tang A bullish fiend Fiend Fend Friend Nen Nine Nien I’m not alright I’m not all them I’m just a pen Paging all the me’s I’ve been Write it all Become moral Be someone else Who cares And is brave Brave enough to be all spent Take the ends Make the mends I’m not here I’m not sane I’m I’m insane I’m fucked and then We’re all going to Going to resent Risk being I bed With all the end Shame and red and pain and death Only taxes and torture Exist in here In future you’re welcome to your worst idea Memories of good ones here Still see all thy em in the walls Framed and painted and hung up Hang me out to dry come down Deans list, deans list, someone else Spatters of brains trickle out Like jelly beans drenched in your red Bloody nose with thinks fall out Is this really how you want to treat All the people minds so tethered To the nonsense you diluse You dilute Nonsense shoot