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Mr.Murphy – Melancholia
Walking through these streets rain and tears above me am i lonely?
i’m the only hunted in a hunting
i’m a witch i’m a freaky bitch
wearing cheap i’m ghastly
i use this sheet just to cover my body i’m not hiding myself i don’t want you to be scared
for my face for my shame oh my god
it’s too late you’re afraid of my paranoid faith of my schizophrenic way to move
my chatty and metered verse to talk about things that nobody cares in a world made of plastic
brains made of plastic
hearts made of plastic yeah it’s fantastic
and i’m paranormal
my skin is abnormal look at me i’m food for fake-plastic normals
this body is a lobby each room has a self,
who crosses the threshold
controls everything hey
tempo change
i don’t steal money i take your breath
i don’t want fame i use your face to walk around
and feel the pain
he won’t use my face to raise he just wants to burn this place can i built a life with hate?
cause of this mind i will pass away
what’s behind the mask
that we can’t see
mr. murphy my therapists ask me who’s mr. murphy an entity in an non-entity a buttered-cat without gravity a three six zero
an endless and
anti-gravity
perpetual motion
a paradox for my sanity
my brutality
invisible through those barbarities charity
i will teach you a death-style
from a b c words representing your tendencies a logical line stitched in your wrists
a sanatorium
for your insanity.
look at me cry for me
sippin’ on bleach
tryin’ to clean up everything
tryin’ to give up on me murphy wins
murphy controls everything
i found my pieces loose inside my bruises
to face off what i think i need to drink my insecurities i know when i was young no,
i don’t remember what i was but my sensivity grows up
and now i know who i’ve become
don’t stop talking to me my beat
i need to sleep
so please repeat
this words
full of restlessness i feel this sensitivity
i’m blessed
but god don’t punish me i’m stressed because no one in me seems to be interested
this mess murphy’s talking with my face he controls my faith my mess
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