THE PERKS OF HUMAN ATROCITIES Lyrics

All-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-peace to the stars

Leave my mark on the canvas 

No paint

M-m-mental scars And mementos

Old age can't erase

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 and dumber,Jim Carrey 

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 

W-will I fucking make it to some fame? 

Just wait

W-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

P-p-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