oh I am the undertone call it quits, still never found a home livin life by the metronome go and make a moat outta those cold streets she make hobo sheek feeding the machine til I bleed out don't have a what or a when or any know how plagued w shit thats pretty lowdown hope disowned us it only shows it's face in stolen moments Omens from some poets notebook what a lil bloodhound bitch she can sniff out your bullshit its sorta like a river in the pit of a miscreant such a shame you'll never know what it is , what it is i truly meant so swallow that Lump in your throat guess I am going ghost (yet again) cuz I was crawling out my skin trying to fit in with the herd This I learned the inertia only gets worse as I forget the only thing I truly have to do is produce oxygen so so mini but I'm mighty scared lil kitten tryna to act like a lion in the hopes that they won't bite me give a middle finger to the gods they don't frighten me I am the undertow I fuckin quit, wont ever know home we call cognitive dissonance pit me aginast my own devices like these demons seething evil still i don't feel a thing heres what they call a mechanism for coping w pain fuck I hate you and the way you make me contemplate taking you out with the garbage wanna dissolve any kinda mark you had made on this earth each day gets closer to to a grimm brothers fable they say you way to paint your way out of it how cowardice still too afraid to feed the flowers? how's my American cowslip? ya know half dead but still howling at the mountains I'm reveling in doubt nerding out with scoundrels I am not my name I am not my number nor the shit talk that is spit the impression I emit tis a black door horcrux cannot be destroyed by any mortal with a sword this my story function follows form clip the chords they disorient me morally o