About My Sores (I Still Have 8 Guns)

I’ve got a really bad disease That’s why I got this punishment I see the sickness force increase But no one pays my brain’s rent

And when I finally cough blood I feel their sympathies in souls I know that I did break the code Now fucking questioning just rules… them

Curiosity, super ability, part of identity, no I’m not psycho A walking rumor, no sense of humor, you know that you’re my, my love, my Michael Wolf sitting here, but don’t come near, cause words of cheer, will make her spiky Like a hedgehog, like a rage frog, like a huge fog, or even Mickey

A super lightning, it was so frightening, that you were fighting against the air From your head blood runs, I still have eight guns, I still have 8th chance, just like funfair!

Just allowed them to fucking confide All I got was fucking undelight Then they drowned me like a fucking tide I will never ever fucking hide

I’m Turbo cause I’m looking for the happiness “Don’t trouble trouble till trouble troubles you” When will end this fucking mess? Put your hands in the air while I’m playing saxophone for you

Curiosity, super ability, part of identity, no I’m not psycho A walking rumor, no sense of humor, you know that you’re my, my love, my Michael Wolf sitting here, but don’t come near, cause words of cheer, will make her spiky Like a hedgehog, like a rage frog, like a huge fog, or even Mickey

A super lightning, it was so frightening, that you were fighting against the air From your head blood runs, I still have eight guns, I still have 8th chance, just like funfair!

A water bootleg, nightless boutique Walking under silver moon You’ve been captured by your snapchat Dancing under silver moon

A water bootleg, nightless boutique Walking under silver moon You’ve been captured by your snapchat Dancing under silver moon