An Empty City Graphite

die I thought you are a fucking coward typing is the only way you find your pride cheapest one spit those shit out from your throat you don t need to be ashamed (broke one s heart) the inner demon eats your clear mind burst into a blaze the evil flame s everywhere burning down inside your whole brain still you wanna put your hands on your head escape from the fate waiting for the second day act as clown but no one cares about your poor emotion giant in talk you can only type you can only type more smarty pants those shits are just like graphite would poison you and guide you to your end vitiation, defamation deadly weapon can be a word how can you call white black tell lies without a blink saving my words from my tongue (since it s a shit to talk about) so go back to your fucking grave don t let me see your face just fucking run you hiding no where you hiding no