Chopping up Intestines by Tage WVB Lyrics

Counting hours by the second
Anyone surprised that there not even dead yet
Chopping up Intestines
Stranded on the desert sand, thoughts echo endless

Drinking bleach with porky pig
Stealing candy from the little kids
Hairs on my arms standing straight up
Wanna swim but my pools all chained up
Let’s go back inside, it’s raining cats and dogs
Your eyes are tearing up, go put your glasses on
Stop yelling, there’s no need to be that alarmed
They watch me like cameras, I think they see through walls
Mommy, there’s a monster under the bed
He had six arms and three eyes and he shot himself dead
Mommy, there’s a clown in the closet
He’s holding a rifle please somebody stop him
My legs are on fire
Hate my life, don’t got no desires
Just pressure and bullshit raping my brain’s cartridge
Stresses pull me apart, tear arms out of sockets
Counting hours by the second
Anyone surprised that there not even dead yet
Chopping up Intestines
Stranded on the desert sand, thoughts echo endless