Lucedy from III by Ghostly Fiend

Weeds grow in my bones unchanged
No wings
No dreams
Cut my hair before i sleep
Turn the handle like a way to pass my time
Its fucked up
But I dont remember what i did last night
Two days in a daze thats like
I couldnt feel shit
But i wanted it
Ill sit back
In the room because im used to it
Ill keep my phone on
But ill kill it quick

Thinking all night like im sick of that
Thinking why not ima search for that
Id hide from that
You read that fast
Trapped in doors all day in a culdesac
Make another pentagram
Summon more than what i can
Im lost in an endless maze
No way but a ways i came
See right through it like i know its bad
Ask me and i know i cant

Woe is me
In that yellow bind paper
Stuck inside my head while i watch Hellraiser
In a cycle of
Twenty days of what
Show a little trust
Ill be in the front
So i get front row seats when the sun just vanished
Changing leaves while this girl is banished
Dont worry ima pray from now
Hurry if it takes awhile before a cold season
Write it down never

Shut my eyes and ill hold em tight
Shuttin doors so im safe at night
But its still bright
Cant take the light
Overturned dirt holes i cant bear the sight
Never learn the 7 sins
Even if you think its right
Lined salt like a lock no key
Glass down so i feel the breeze
Though one look and its just barred for me
One look forgot im out at sea

• Emotional Rap
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• Trap
• California