Andromeda

I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah I don't really want no ends, hell, yeah I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah I don't really want no ends, hell, yeah I don't really want no bitch, hell, yeah I don't really want no top, hell, yeah I don't really want no hope (paah) I don't really want no hoe, hell, yeah I don't really want no life, hell, yeah I don't even really wanna die, hell, yeah I don't really wanna do shit, bitch World got me down and I wanna just quit, hell, yeah I don't wanna play no shows, hell, yeah I don't wanna make no clothes, hell, yeah I don't wanna write you a verse (bitch, yeah) I don't wanna talk no more I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah I don't really want no ends, hell, yeah I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah I don't really want no ends This world is a school No one expects to stay in school forever Sever the limbs off my torso and burn what remains Shouts out to Coheed I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times That I wanted to be six feet deep beneath all of our feet Hey, given up, on giving up, I found a Reason to be in hopes, you will deify me I'm sick of writing, I would rather be in Andromeda That way, it would take a billion years for you to find me Candle wax burns on her back In the shape of a pentacle (shape of a pentacle)