Yeah
This emotional traffic
This individual damage
Even when pain grows static
I could still feel its magic
Don't look at my brain, unwrap it

It's mental pornographics
Her tears come automatic
She likes it fucking graphic
Now kill the world, bitch

Waiting until it kills me, I would rather kill the world
Waiting for life to fuck me, I would rather fuck the world
Explosives inside the lobby of my mind, I flip the switch
I shed my tears then pry apart my ribs and blow this bitch, huh
And I could never get tired of a feeling like this
I stuff my fingers down the throat on top the world I take a shit
She cut through the noise to come remind me of my sin
But I don't give a fuck, lil' bitch, why don't you take the hint?