[Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
A storybook is read but overlooked a quiet uncommon crook, a schnook
With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, worthless name in the blood
Mapping the next cut on his arm, he rubs the razor along, it floods
This home isn't destroyed, his life just contains a lot of noise
Not by choice
The voice in his head enjoys tormenting him whilst he lays in bed
He talks to himself but nobody's there
A shade in the night, just a blare
Life's not fair
Nobody cares
I can't find the air
But he sees a clear dithering difference
Ignorance, disgusting appearence with incoherent brilliance
He pretends not to hear, he pretends not to be offended when people stare
The noise became overwhelming for him to continue to bare
He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his local cats
Plucked the wings from bats ate the filthy rats
Just wants to be in with the bucket hats
Its a wrap with rap, do or die bleachers stacked
Mic tool used to extract
He lays the bodies down on flat, as he hacks a limb and ate off his edge chipped plates
He catered with his invisible "mate"
They giggle as he finishes off his delicate meal made of eight off the blunt end of a sharp blade he tastes, he's lost his way
He's up front in a stomping parade but astrayed from the raid
He looks all the same but thinks in a rather different way

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