The sharp pangs of overindulgence splinter your very being, Vid
Even when you're "in the moment"
There is no endearment or joy in your excursions
You crave for a sincere, candid love
Which is not reciprocated against this flurried heart
We both know this
We overflow with this love, with nowhere to put it
And now it is not dissimilar fronm when Dub was still

Oh fuck, oh god, I look like shit right now, dude

Yeah man, total shit
But I wasn't going to say it
That one, you didn't need me for

Do I like, need your for anything?
Cause like right now, you're being a killjoy

You do
And, to be honest, there is very little joy to kill at all, right now
(We got Sherlock in here)
Self preservation is always neccesary
You feel like shit
(Yep)
Naturally, you don't want to feel like shit
(But like, I don't)
It's an equation

I don't like really do equations, though, dude, like

Vid
Gwenyth
(Oh my god, oh)
All of this, all of this, is the game
It's all about the game
The game is all about the players
To play, you have to remember yourself
And you can start by wiping yourself off
(Oh, here we go)
Take a shower
(Ahah)
Get sober
(This is rich, okay)
And

And what, stop letting that Lulamoon bitch hit? ahaha

It is a confusing time for us
We both know the projection doesn't make it any less confusing
In order to

Okay, you know what?
Like, tough shit man
We've got a date, a prom even
So, peace

Very few rounds remain in the magazine of the proverbial sniper rifle
Precision jackets of lead alloys sparkle in their nest
Awaiting their targets
But, a sniper rifle with no targets
And a sniper rifle with no rounds left, can make no trickshots
And when it's all about the game
Switching to your sidearm isn't actually faster
Truly, a woman must polish her weapon to see her reflection first
Then, try again