Anonymous ID: 61b0c8 April 5, 2019, 8:57 p.m. No.6068172   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>6068108

Basic premise the girl is battling with what is reality trapped between fantasy, a trapped sex work and insane asylum.

 

lyrics

[Verse 1]

I am clearly broken

And no one knows what to do

Pieces of the puzzle don't fit

So I pound them into you

Itching is the pulse inside

Creeping out to come alive

It's just doing what it's gonna do

 

[Chorus]

Times are looking grim these days!

Holding on to everything!

It's hard to draw the line!

Shut the fuck up, get up!

Shut the fuck up, get up!

Shut the fuck up, get up!

 

[Verse 2]

I can't wait to rip my eyes out

And look at you

Peace through pain is precious

Especially when it's done by you

Itching is the pulse inside

Creeping out to come alive

It's just doing what it's gonna do

 

[Chorus]

Times are looking grim these days!

Holding on to everything!

It's hard to draw the line!

And I, I'm hiding in this empty space

Tortured by my memories

Of what I've left behind

Shut the fuck up, get up!

Shut the fuck up, get up!

Shut the fuck up, get up!

Times are looking grim these days!

Holding on to everything!

It's hard to draw the line!

And I, I'm hiding in this empty space

Tortured by my memories

Of what I've left behind

Shut the fuck up, get up!

Shut the fuck up, get up!

Shut the fuck up, get up!

Anonymous ID: 61b0c8 April 5, 2019, 10:02 p.m. No.6068788   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>6068759

Many year ago I lived in a neighborhood full of them. The police would only enter for domestic disturbance and gun shots otherwise they stayed out. I have seen more then my fair share, glad I only had to live there for about a year.