Darke Complex Slime
寡婦 Depressed and stressed complex With the most problems And I won t solve them Instead I let them grow, blossom Got a whole garden And they re all rotten Like me I feel them all staring Glaring Wary of me So I tear out my hair Til my scalp starts to bleed Scared and it s apparent to see That I d do anything just to make them believe Slime In the back of your throat When you gag and you choke It s because I m the Slime And the black in your lung
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