Saint Peter and Hail Mary
I've been waiting and preparing
Bought a barrel and some ammo
Soon my mind will be dismantled
Imaginary fairies say reality is scary
As I rot alone and write another verse
I don't know why I'm talking
I don't know how I'm walking
I fell like 40 meters but I'm cursed

Just meet me at the middle
My confidence is little
I'm running out of lyrics and my brain is growing brittle
Just meet me at the middle
Like Malcolm in the middle
My confidence is little
So I'm alone singing riddles
Oh no, oh no
Fuck no, no, no, no