the chosen one | My grip on my secrets slipping while I'm speaking in tongues
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault
The devil made me do it but I also kind of wanted to
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Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity how l
CANNOT COMMIT TO REALITY, WHEN MY THIRD EYE'S OPEN AND I LIKE WHAT I SEE šļø
- 2Econd 21ght 2Eer (that was fun, goodbye.) by will wood
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uhh not to quote will wood lyrics buuuut, in my defence the second I saw the words "third eye" it started playing in my head.
anyways this one's kinda messy asf I'm not sure l like how it turned out? it was a fun concept though