missy

Twisted visions and recordings and such

I always wonder when is it, that it wasnt enough

Rap a cap and call it truth, i feel like a trucker

Knocking at my door i sucker punch the fucker

The visions and arguments and the fears I felt

All the nights i spent awake when you peacefully slept

Im a fucking miracle, since how can i be so innocent

That i stay less evil when abandonment is imminent

Prominent solutions, cut the rope, let me fall

Or pull up my body, drag me all across the wall