Omicron lyrics
by Vein.fm
There’s blood in the bugs you stomp
Underground they still walk
Stay away
It seems my purity falls short to your pride
I guess you can’t understand when you’ve never lived outside
I object for the objected, self educated, walking weapons
We are all a mess of subjectivity
Don’t ever put a price on me
I fantisize like child to prize
Daydreamer’s disease till I die
f*ck you all
Take those liquored letters and burn them with your nerves
f*ck yourself and tell me if it hurts