Dear diary I don't know what's going on but something's off The dog won't stop barking and I think my Tv is blocked Every channel is the same It's sending me insane And earlier somebody bit me What a fucking day
The sky is falling It's fucking pouring I'm going brain-dead, isolated God is a shithead and we're his rejects Traumatized for breakfast I can't stomach any You won't survive the horror
Dear diary I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin The dog's gone rabid, shut the fuck up! Doing my head in I keep fading in and out I don't know where I've been I feel so hungry What the hell is happening?
The sky is falling It's fucking pouring I'm going brain-dead, isolated God is a shithead and we're his rejects Traumatized for breakfast I can't stomach any You won't survive the horror
Dear Diary Dog stopped barking Probably 'cause I ate his face "Tasty. Itchy, " Tv say there's no more human race Kinda sad my whole entire existence been a waste Ah, nevermind Its not the end of the world Oh, wait
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Compositores: David Malia Lee (Lee Malia) (PRS), Jordan Keith Attwood Fish (Jordon Fish) (PRS), Matthew Kean (Matt Kean) (PRS), Matthew Stephen Nicholls (Mat Nicholls) (PRS), Oliver Scott Sykes (Oli Sykes) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #29086765 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM