f.u.n.ions.

She's possessed by the devil
The bitch doesn't have a soul
She needs fuel from the source of light
She doesn't have her own
She's consumed
She's consumed
She's a portal to the underworld
And if you want to fuck with her
Then you'll be leaving under earth
She's the devil in a costume
A Satan in a bad place
She says she wants to help you
But can't even help herself
She's stalking in the corridor
A next to murder horror show
The whore who stole your husband;
But she leave a pretty note

She's tasteless, she's tasteless
She's wasteful, she's hateful
She's evil
She's bleeding you dry at every angle
Needing you for your ways
She's crazy
Leading you astray
She's the face of the dark days;
The devil in magistrate


Hey;
I've been
Having a hard time lately
Find I
Can't
Transmute this
Skip this track
or mute this
music is black
I feel useless
Demons seem to attack
Where the booth is
Speaking of toothless,
I'm lit fuses
past two muses
Oops
Nothing is new
Just confused it
Oh well
Turn off my bluetooth;
Now i'm in a few spins
Dinner is legumes
and the blues
I get consumed
When the u hits

Fuck it
Too many matches for the
Mystical
Rich and famous is
Just the beginning
Too many of us struggle with the nothing and the lovelessness
But listen
Guess it just gets better
With every hit record
Till you make no record
But you're still a whole legend: sensation
Couldn't finish the new one
(For the record)
Cause I hate him

{Enter The Multiverse}

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