Drown for Escapismmature
I miss the sting of vodka helping me forget
I am an empty shell of a man now dead
If I am numb, I am somehow alive
much more than sobriety ever gave me
Femininity is the only real beauty
safe from a slowly corrupting world
I follow the stream of clear clarity
I want to be a slave to boredom
You don’t kiss with sincerity
I’d prefer the cold rejection
Least then I can drown my sorrows
Least then I can drown myself
You don’t want me around
I’d prefer the dark solitude
Least then I can drown my memories
Least then I can drown myself
Pride is for the weakened who prefer strength
I hate all that thrive through simple lies
I love the sound of my skin ripping
you love the taste of my blood
Together we distant from civilisation
no @^**ing words could truly describe
Sensations that rob us of misery
will also steal the caress of harm
You don’t kiss with sincerity
I’d prefer the cold rejection
Least then I can drown my sorrows
Least then I can drown myself
You don’t want me around
I’d prefer the dark solitude
Least then I can drown my memories
Least then I can drown myself
Kill us where we stand if you don’t agree
Kill us where we stand if you don’t agree
Nothing more joyous than a cheap escape
No, nothing more joyous than a cheap escape
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