All from Spite Machine by Flower Crown Me A Queen

A, D, C

All my fucking friends wanna die
They’re drinking every night with bloodthirst in their eyes
And I know it’s not their fault
It’s the world that’s done them wrong
But honestly is this what we’ve become?

A species that hates itself to death
We kill each other off just as quick to draw a breath
Do we subconsciously know
That everything we do’s for show
Or do we really fear
The abstract and the unknown?

I died!
I suggest that you try it
You lied!
But you try to believe it

All my parents know is what they’re told
And honestly this shit is getting fucking old
Cut the shit, kill the act
Kill yourself, cut the crap
Do you even really know who you are for a fact?
You try to describe based on things that you do
But can you describe why you think, how you move
Do you fear death itself
Or a consciousness unfelt
Or are you just scared that the world doesn’t care?

Guess what
This world doesn’t give a fuck
For you
Or the things that you do
That’s fine
We’re all gonna die
Liberate yourself from this lie you call your life

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