
Carousel of Thoughts β TsaanDra feat. Slade
Just listen to random thoughts inside this carousel. π€π€π€ π§π§π§ Lyrics by @tsaandra & sladefoley Β© 2026 πΆ Wir haben eine Deutsche Community fΓΌr Suno Artisten aufgebaut. πΆ Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: π https://discord.gg/storytellerz πSpread the love and the fire!π ππ«We're the place where love and support grows by each dayπ«π Join the SunoFam 2.0 and be a part of it: π https://discord.gg/sunofam ββββββββββββββββββββπ€πͺ [Intro] Hey, Mayday Oh, Mayday [Verse π€] Hi there, old mirror. Please explain yourself! Why is the towel and the bathrobe pink and oversized? Teddy won't help you β there is no turning back!! Past stays in the past, oh, pretty little past.. Snap back into reality!!! Why are you fucking selling me? Crawl back into your self-pity and be my little allergy To my bittersweet maniacally and brainrotten sanity!!!! MY ASS!!!! Stop whining in the corner!!! (That is not your fault) FUCK THAT!!!! Throw finally that towel!!! (That is not their fault) Fault? β Failure? β What is that? You're not their saviour, bitch!!! I lose my job, 'cause of my self degradation But you need that money for self explanation But what for? β No asshole listens to you anyways! You know they're lying, cheap little Pennywise!!! Cry me a river bitch you wanted this, you wanted it all Their fault! β My fault! β Their fault! IT'S THEIR FUCKING FAULT!!! [Chorus π€] See my self, hear my self Fear my self and tear my self I can't do this, oh, I can do this It's painful beauty inside my mind But we can truly be right sometimes. [Verse πͺ] Hmm... I think there's something going on Beneath the surface... I want to help you, heal you fix you Let me glue your broken parts. Open up to me, tell me, show me Everything inside your brain. I wanna take your pain and make it my own, I want to be the one you trust, tear down your walls brick by brick β by brick to see the core, so fragile, so soft... ...beautiful... But what if I can't save you... Is it my fault? If my words aren't good enough, IT IS MY FAULT! Why couldn't I do more, be more, be better?! GOD DAMN IT. I can feel so much β too much My skin is tingling... crawling... What the fuck is wrong with me? But I'm addicted to this weird kind of tragic magic To feel more than I can handle To suffer through the pain of others. I am sick. Who DOES that? Did anyone think these thoughts before? They don't resemble words or sounds I ever heard from people's mouths I think my head is on the brink of bursting, bursting, BURSTING [Final Chorus πͺ] See your self, hear your self Feel your self and heal your self I can do this, oh, I can't do this It's painful beauty inside your mind But we can truly be right some times [Outro] Penis. ββββββββββββββββββββπ€πͺ

