Reflection by Empty Mags
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LYRICS-
excuse my manners
smoke to get the answers
feeling in my lungs is pain its prolly fucking cancer
I'm fucking battered
like i fucking matter
im always smoking weed take the shrooms to end on saturn
i see some patterns
while im pissing out my bladder
all these people be some actors and they fake
the fuck out my face
another day to feel ok
bit i feel the opposite
searching around but i cant find the cause of it
empty mags lay down inside a coffin
kill myself or live that is my options
and i smoke yea i smoke way to often
raise the gun then i might fucking off him
why am i feeling so miserable
write the words that i mix with the syllables
cough thats hospitable
laugh like im cynical
life so submittable
dying to meet inhabitable lands
- Genre
- DIEYUNG