Ignore me all you want, I'll talk to myself, I'm insane.

I heard there's a guy who lives in my blood called michael plastics and hes going to kill everyone?














The skin that was cut and pasted, the bruisеs seen when I was ripped open
La-la, la-la-la-la, my ribs float, as if thеy're laughing
The void that I held tight, because I had cried
La-la, la-la-la-la, on the wall of grief
Painted by Pablo Picasso