اگزیستانسیال

you get back to 505 but I get back to the trauma dump where everything begins to feel wrong.

1:40 deceiving form of rant. see what's left inside. I know I found it to have again.

calling you out for you to know I'll bleed everything to set the show. crawling, confused to see inside, a vermin to your life.

idk, maybe I was never meant to anything.

the feeling of being meant to something, hurts me. why can't we just breathe until there's no reason to breathe anymore?

everyone has a reason to be meant to something while I'm a reasonless piece of shit wondering why I've existed.

I’m on a mission for life with all the things that I try. desire machine, fed by the lack of my resistance.

1:09 sensation takes over the wheel, imitates some kind of deal. flooding the brain like the rain that pours all night.

I'm someone with an uninteresting life.

I really wish I had something else up there instead of a dumbass brain. like a fish, a flower or idk a rock or something. anything but not this gross meaty mass.

it hurts how dumbass a brain can be that can calculate billions of data but can't shut the fuck up for 5 mins to let the owner have some peace of mind.