The wind is blowing over my cold body its dead..
The sunlight is dancing on my skin its warm
Then scorches my body like a old man watchin porn
My mind has fallin in and out of my brain
Superego, id, ego.. they’re all acting the same
My consciousness wont listen
My unconscious mind is picking at my heart
Do you know what happens when you pick at a tree’s bark?
it DIES
because even the tiniest bit of the mightiest tree
still needs every branch, root, and every leaf
and when you picked at the tiniest bit of me
it affected every root every branch cant you see?
Im dying slowly
out of controllably
don't act like you know me
just console me
