from the unknown
i ran away i dont think im coming back homa
woah woah woah woah woah
like a crawl space, its a dark place, i know
aint no right way just a wrong way i know
i problem solve with styrofoam
my world revolves around a black hole
the same black hole thats in place of my soul
uh empty
i feel so go***mn empty
i may go rouge
dont tip me
big bullet holes
tote semi
autos-