Infamous Colours - My Dimiters

I really want the old times when I didnt care i had shit rhymes, i really want to love myself and forget the pain ive dealt and find something new to be felt, i truly want to be sentenced in prison to life and every six months send you a kite, telling the other inmates how my soul lost sight, i really want to share stories of love, how i caught the best but let it go like a dove and now live forever in sorrow, alone swallow, i really want hopelessly cheap food sit in a dark room repeatedly playing in bloom, i really want to play chess and live with stress i want to stay a mess and die never the less, i really want to live and die out of hopelesness helplesly in love with the heartless, something red thats beating not breathing i really want an ounce of happiness American obissedness and general spitefullness drugs and spirits and homelessness, i really want to die in a phone box and be found by an old woman with a toy box have fundamental orthodox beliefs and curse god till i see new beginings. I really want freedom to be born of shame and always take the blame, carry you to the end of the world cause you know we are one and the same i want to be a game i really want siffilis and aids so id open my eyes to peoples feeble fuck games and drown my self in Themes, I really want a new lighter so i could spark your soul and make it lighter, brighter, warmer, higher I really want a tape worm so im not alone and someone needs me to stay alive and strive to live well before hell i really want to live and die out of hopelesness, helplessly in love with the heartless, then slit my wrists.