prologue Lyrics

Getting yourself got lost in a parasocial relationship is kinda like when you were younger and

You had imaginary friends to play with

Only they're real, but not really... here

And... it's not fun anymore

Yeah, I know what it's like being alone

Yeah, I know what it's like being a ghost

Yeah, I know what it's like being a clone

Yeah, I know what it's like smokin' down to the roach

Living in desperation

Living in seperation to the blatent truth I refuse to take in

And I dread to be facin'

I'm the best at fakin'

Calling weed medication

No, I'm not healing

My feelings, I'm concealin'

Like a weapon of self destruction

I'm corruptin'

Convincin' myself that I'm nothin'

Fuck this "being sosial" shit

I'm inside of my mind with my parasocial bitch

One looker gives me one look and now she's local

I scream her name like an extreme vocalist

Webby always in Wonderland

It really helps me copes with shit

So much oppressed rage and stress

Compressed within my brain and chest

Ever since I spawned

I've been a pawn upon this game of chess

Seperate from the fakes, let 'em lay in it

They made their bed

They took my food, they spewed it back

Right into my face and left