Darling? what are you doing? [x3] To be honest I dont know what Im doing, Im screwing it up and fuck it all man I wanna r.i.p, before I d.i.e maybe before the s.k.y takes me up so I can see the big guy, but the way im going right now is quite naai, from the road slide, down into a cavern a never ending ditch, maybe I just need to quit it and stop being a bitch but flip it ill find the next road you witch, talking about which witch is which, that shit is fictional bitch. Darling? what are you doing? (I repeat) Darling? what are you doing? (I repeat) Darling? what are you doing? (I repeat) Glass floors all up in this mansion, dancing in the moonlight guess im a now a dancor in this contour serving words on platters these people dont deserve and scatter, they serve a batter that I flip up no matter, rattling their dark matter their brain cells, their fatter personality is weighing down on their subconscious person in reality, passing a piece of parting diseases along a line that I would now denounce as so called "divine" Darling? what are you doing? [x3] I wish I could go back to the point I loved. The past is always like a match soon as it hits the phased forest its gassed right up, I wish I could pack it up and leave, but thats just too much for me, let me say my pain and passion right here before I try off everything after this song is released, I need peace... but sometimes life cannot offer that, so packing my selfup in a protective pattern is a patent for success, or I digress feeling a little stressed kinda depressed, wanting a new beginning but feeling disorientated and not at all blessed, but soon as I got out I got snapped right down, now I see my lifes work all around, continue to fight the battle with no horse nor saddle, now the fear for being unequipped in battle, is spiritual warfare my friend, heres a medal Darling? what are you doing? [x3]
