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**[Intro – Spoken over eerie static & distant laughter]**
Put up with my shit…
Yeah… I’m already on the floor again…
**[Verse 1 – Fast paranoid flow]**
Put up with my shit, yeah I’m throwin’ the first punch
Damn I’m already hittin’ the floor again, blood in my mouth crunch
Pissed off not pissed on, haters got the grip tight
Squeezin’ my throat while I’m clawin’ at the night
Display look coherent but the wiring’s all fried
To me it’s never satisfied, demons ridin’ shotgun inside
Couldn’t get a grip on my thoughts long enough to cage ‘em
They trip across my tongue, roll out before I can save ‘em
Fly like razor blades, cuttin’ everybody in the room
My brain doin’ cartwheels in a puddle full of gloom
Jumped up in a tightwad ass lightshow, bits and pieces glow
Flickerin’ red, every flash another memory I don’t know
**[Chorus – Distorted screamed hook + horror strings]**
Put up with my shit! (I can’t!)
Throwin’ first, kiss the floor quick! (Again!)
Haters got the grip, squeezin’ my brain sick!
Thoughts fly out, bloody bits in the lightshow
Tightwad lightshow… bits and pieces…
Tightwad lightshow… watch me fall to pieces…
**[Verse 2 – Even faster, unhinged]**
Pissed off, vision red, floor tiles taste like regret
Hittin’ myself harder than anybody I ever met
Act look together but the mirror shows the cracks spreadin’
Thoughts slippin’ like wet guts, no way to stop ‘em from headin’
Out my mouth like possessed, vomit words made of glass
Cut the ears off anybody listenin’ when they pass
Couldn’t hide ‘em long enough, now they’re dancin’ in the dark
Tightwad spotlight spinnin’, tearin’ me apart
Bits and pieces of my mind splatter on the wall
Haters laughin’ while I’m crawlin’, beggin’ for the fall
Self-sabotage king, crown made of rusty nails
Every time I swing first, it’s my own coffin I nail
**[Bridge – Slow, creepy whispered breakdown]**
*(Beat strips to heartbeat kick + dripping water sounds)*
Couldn’t grip my thoughts…
They fly before I hide…
Lightshow got me jumpin’…
Bits and pieces… I’m already dead inside…
**[Verse 3 – Chaotic horrorcore peak]**
Throwin’ first, landin’ worst, floor again, face full of concrete kiss
Pissed off, not pissed on, but the blood on my lips don’t miss
Haters grip tighter, fingers like barbed wire vines
My display coherent? Nah, it’s a full mental crime scene
Thoughts trip, tongue slips, roll out like demon semen
Explode in the air, turn the whole block into a scream-in
Tightwad lightshow flashin’, every piece of me scattered
Brain confe
ReAsh