VoidDweller - Mathcore Index Volume 6 Type Beat

Why do i make everything so hard // Cubism in the fucking scars Doom scroll the day away bizarre // Mind races doesn’t get far Everyday is groundhog day // Repetitious everything i say Fell off the loop went astray // Head in fucking dissaray Time sloughs off my fucking face // Squall in prompt anterograde Time sloughs off my fucking face //Slump into my fucking grave Always ouroboros back to constraint Brain worms perpetually I duplicate Life is a swedish prison but i fixate (up) On the possibility to make an escape (it’s) Jotted in the margins of the blasphemous plans If my body doesn’t fall apart fore i can Demiurge gets blasted by these clenched hands White knuckle life gripped back from the damned I take my time like // i kept it despite All of the failed tries // In view of their eyes Test run prototype // Inefficient mind Told me i’m behind // Almost believed it this Time sloughs off my fucking face // Squall in prompt anterograde Time sloughs off my fucking face // For the dollars i debase Everything’s for sale // Pennies per inhale Paid to chase my tail // But I find it funny That my dream is to // sell these fucking tunes auditory wounds // for the money Only wanted as a body, please don’t think because your thoughts are fucking worthless Glad my only fucking skills are / in a field that doesn’t pay while filled with surplus I don’t really mind the poverty, I just want to be paid for my purpose Make as much stuff as i can, before Crematorium furnace I only have finite time The preference is to spend it fucking screaming rhymes Instead of lining fuckers pockets while i’m paid in dimes But i can still make it work, so i guess it’s fine the productivity rhetoric isn’t mine scum left residue of mind never look but always find things embedded, self in bind