Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Saint peter and hail mary i've been waiting and preparing
I bought a barrel and some ammo soon my mind will be dismantled
Imaginary fairies the reality is scary
As i rot alone and write another verse
I don't know why im talking i don't know how i'm walking
I fell like forty metres but i'm [?]
Just meet me at the middle my confidence is little
I'm running outta lyrics and my brain is growing brittle
Just meet me at the middle likе malcolm in the middle
My confidencе is little so i'm alone singing riddles
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no fuck no