I might as well brush my teeth with bleach
Cause there sucking blood out like leeches
I am simply a corpse
Jesus Christ this is making my voice go hoarse
I am a corpse
At this point I could star in walking dead
Oh look! Now I'm out of led!
Caffeine is my drug,
Jesus Christ I need a hug
Red lights
Make me thinks bout height
Oh gosh! I'm afraid of freaking heights!
Now I'm on a tight rope
Losing hope...
If it break
I would fall into a lake
Full of blood
Maybe sometimes I want love
God dang it I need a hug.
(is this a love song Kilo?)
(I don't have louve)
But I'm such an awful fuccc-
But I'll get a hair cut
Maybe earn some luck
But I'm still just a corpse
And my voice is still going hoarse
But I'm just a corpse
And you think I'm gross
A message in a bottle without a cork
You can tab me with a fork
Because after all I'm just a corpse
