Kerrious

When Curiosity Doesn't Kill You……YOU LEARN. More Than Just a Breathe of Fresh Air

I used to say

Go find yourself

Now I say

Go fuck yourself

I’ve turned red for you

Embarrassed me too

I’ve turn blue

For you

And green

Sick as a dog

That you are

I’ve tried

To stop breathing

I had my brain

Shot out

Blood over the walls

Some day

I’ll burn the mattress

Of blood

My precious gold

Immune to your shit

Fall in a pit

There you’ll find yourself

Mother fuckers

Of the fourth kind

You’re not mine

Sell me for a dime

Collect at go

Pretend it’s a show

But ashes fall

In the atmosphere

If there’s too much pressure

Get off my back

Prepare

For your funerals

Then I’ll be free

All I want

They take

I’ll live

And you will die

Go to Hell

Where you tried to put me

Evil created nothing

So nothing

It will become

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