Lastnight, graved to a tomb
fast strike, im dead without those assumed
mission to the next life
its hard to be your food
im feeding your brain with memories chained in a spoon

I live without being believed
I woke up with a dream, being revealed
Last time I remember was being proceed
now baby got seeds in her bleeds.

Damn, i starting to like you but I cant.
I dont want anymore problems
since fucking i go too much with friends getting latched.
and lockdown.
I have to much to go on.

finishing this later on..