Digital Snow V3

[Cinematic Introduction] I remember filling out a page Out of my way I wrote a poem and bought a flower to define a brittle mind state of passion, defined trait by then, she accepted later, I had a weird feeling so I walked straight to the trash can on a hunch, and in my Face saw the card I gave on Valentine’s day. Might as well been obituary Seeing that scene was like seeing a cemetery couldn’t rest, felt the stress abandonment was heavy Never felt rejected by an action but this time, it’s deadly [Verse] Growing up with only a white field and a keyboard Dopamine weaved in attention became a resource To me an F5 was never known as tornado It was to Refresh to see if the views torpedo… it was funny as a teen.. I wanted to be the ones I seen on the screen memorized verses knowing it wasn’t me to freestyle and reap a rep I shouldn’t have received then I noticed, when I bleed the views keep rising, So I started to believe bloodletting on the microphone would lead to my dreams only thing I received was a lifetime of grief and for what? Just to speak to a void who wouldn’t even care if I was fucking destroyed? My suicide letter, 300k views and I can’t replicate it no matter what I do… yet I keep writing still The impulse doesn’t leave, each tiny pill that I used to resist it, abusing my system with pharmaceuticals just to design a will defined by a deep mind, but the pain flares, and it’s deeper still chaos looming like a sleeper cell see the devil in the a g c t links that create me Swipe the hypertext empty [Prechorus] pitiful soul, a white angel made of digital snow a bright halo [Chorus] pitiful soul, a white angel made of digital snow a bright halo but a misery, the history knows He couldn’t skip by the picture, so he stopped and he stared until he realized that nobody was there. [Verse 2] I started to reinvent wrote about rape like writing of chia pets spoke about hate, despite of the feelings pressed cause my body was erased, and the carnage, it was seen, I guess. They never saw a face they only heard a voice too powerful to erase that’s why sometimes I get messages today asking if I’m dead, or asking if I’m okay even when these people were there, they never knew me just vicariously, living through my movie and I suppose, even now it is still true I wiped away the glue, but still, there’s always mildew [Prechorus] pitiful soul, a white angel made of digital snow a bright halo= [Chorus] pitiful soul, a white angel (White Angel) made of digital snow a bright halo (Bright Halo) but a misery, the history knows couldn’t skip by the picture, he stopped and he stared until he realized nobody was there. [Verse 3] I hid inside the attic, in the closet, with the pills inside my stomach boarding up the room hoping that they didn’t find it felt the room spinning, and my breath was slowing feeling drowsy suicidal ideation summoning the jinn around me seen the demons laughing as my life was fading still, the quiet filled me with a peacefulness I never knew like psilocybin Now I hear the quiet hum for once and I accepted it a second later, I was in a hospital ridiculous and after this, my Father came and slapped me in the face and said “You stupid bitch’’ The irony, perched upon his chest a golden crucifix [Bridge] couldn’t help but notice that you’re broken to human wouldn’t human like a jailer if they’re holding truth person is a person and even though you know it’s true you have to hear a poet say it just so you can hold it, too. So I made this bomb to blow the booth I’ll always make a song I’ll play along when I’m exposing you Snow Angel with a soul fatal Leave a castle slain Psychic boeing, my trauma crashes the Astral Plane [Verse 4] nieces and nephews know me less than YouTube solo maverick, always stabbing at my sinew looking at my trauma catalog, or a menu? rap it raw cause’ I need to valve is full of games and the steam builds up if I never unleash it I’ll be swallowed by the Voodoo So what am I to do? Stubborn nature wouldn’t even budge when it cost me everything I used to own, the addiction was brutal and it still is but I function til the moment it is futile I’ll let my soul breathe it’s the consequence of forlorn P T S D model of the war torn couldn’t live as Clark, so I chose this Able It’s very easy to topple a two legged table [Prechorus] pitiful soul, a white angel made of digital snow a bright halo [Chorus] pitiful soul, a white angel (White Angel) made of digital snow a bright halo (Bright Halo) but a misery, the history knows couldn’t skip by the picture, he stopped and he stared until he realized nobody was there. [Cinematic Outro] pitiful soul, a white angel (White Angel) pitiful soul, a white angel (White Angel) made of digital snow a bright halo (Bright Halo) made of digital snow a bright halo (Bright Halo) but a misery, the history knows couldn’t skip by the picture, he stopped and he stared until he realized nobody was there Nobody was there Nobody was there