躁鬱病

I•K•A•R•I

Play the FuckinG tapes.

Don’t see better days Been digging graves Searching for my dead memories.

Hit play.

Don’t see better days, Mindless thoughts Bloom for me.

From a ceiling Not used to dealing A few bad moments Feels like a fuckin funeral Feed me lies, Kill the flies, Haunt my eyes Consumed by the rage I feel inside my head.

Play the fuckinG tapes.

I wish the grey would fade Been digging graves Finding nothing but rage.