4ria
THE PERKS OF HUMAN ATROCITES
All my decisions, they feel like incisions
I sort out my pain
Washed up on shore
But I’m sure I could still see myself go through waves
Of melancholy and plots
They’re symbolic of problems i faced
There’s not a moment to waste
N-n-no time to barter my art with the market
I Target the snakes
Keep my self harm at arms reach
So Please pardon the scrapes
A piece of the starch
Till I feel really parched
I could harbor good faith
P-P Peace to the stars
Leave my mark on the canvas
No paint
M-M-Mental scars And mеmentos
Old age can’t erasе
Sta-Sta-stark in the face
Harp on the days
Sharpen ability
March to the pace of my own beat
B-born in March, marvel at the grace
I believe In the mission
A smidgen a mix of wit in the lyrics
Think about my family conflicting
If they ever hear this, will they feel it?
I doubt it
F-f-fear and feeling wicked
Cause I’m living without it
Just kidding, I’m mounted
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded
By numbers of addictions
I will never listen to another motherfucker
Dumb & dumber, Jim Carey
But i’m sick of fucking caring
Everyone is staring
Find regret in over sharing
Uh
Not sparing a narrow mind
On demos, i settled all my dilemmas
But bear in mind
I’ve barely refined my mind
Love that i've yet to find
Feel rubbish
Through precious time that fades
Hope it’s not too late to obtain
Will I fucking make it to some fame?
Just wait
What the fuck is this on my shoulders?
Weight
Dreaming on a bean
My regime just wakes me up
Hope it could take me up
St-st-struck on the grind
Settle, get buck
Fucked by design
Level this up
Till i could find
Some better luck
I’ve been confined
In a construct, built by grimacing times
I’ve had enough
I’m not doing fine
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines

St-st-struck on the grind
Settle, get buck
Fucked by design
Level this up
Till i could find
Some better luck
I’ve been confined
In a construct, built by grimacing times
I’ve had enough
I’m not doing fine
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines
Hate to trust anyone
Make me shudder
I cannot shake the feeling
I can’t escape these villains
Of this outrageous pillage
Pillow the pain with a pill
Like cigarette stains encase skills
Like silhouettes
Shading the truth
I can’t fill (feel)
The fate of abuse
It fulfills
The state of my blues
I can’t heal
Occasional use for my thrill
Caged in a loop, i stand still
B-b-bet your bottom dollar, i will never stop
Stack the debt until i am dead
Bitch ive got a lot to prove
Nothing to lose
Back again, these raps are revenge
And you cats are fucking doomed
Distracted by my hunger
And you cats are fucking food
Down a rabbit hole of habits
Through my fucking passion
I’ve had to construe a new tactic
To catch the truth
I do fathom the factors glued
To gloom, active
Actually flew through rations
I’ve had consumed
Through disasters
Past the state of blue like passion fruit
Bruised habits
Super natural like i do magic
New battle
Whether they win or lose
Shit is tragic
Keep a flow on through the winter
Thicker than molasses
Keep my hopes up
Blinded by the static
Never mind
I’ll never be good enough or attractive
I lack all the facets
St-st-struck on the grind
Settle, get buck
Fucked by design
Level this up
Till i could find
Some better luck
I’ve been confined
In a construct, built by grimacing times
I’ve had enough
I’m not doing fine
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines