What plan can or would be thought?
What more to shit me happy?
Saying listen to your mother? But i only dance to fuck
I wish i was a father, not this punk
Times i wish my first god and grains were not part of life
Why? So i could just end it so fucking nice
Watching in thirds as god's son is dripping old
The perfect place to kill myself just to make it home
Seconds before nothing known this greater peace
First unleashed, Bean's deceased
HAPPY
Blank faced wall. pray for x-ray vision
To see any sense of feeling past this closure
Or a blade to slice my fucking walls to smell the other side of hell
HAPPY