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sillyfurcorn clock - heartbeat lyrics

feel my heartbeat, i don’t wanna start any immense drama rising from the depths of “are you ok” topped with a little bit of “no”, what’s the feeling i feel, well, what do you think i show?
feel my heartbeat, i don’t wanna start any immense drama rising from the depths of “are you ok” topped with a little bit of “no”, what’s the feeling i feel, well, what do you think i show?
feel my heartbeat, i don’t wanna start any immense drama rising from the depths of “are you ok” topped with a little bit of “no”, what’s the feeling i feel, well, what do you think i show?

feel my heartbeat, i watch you start to break down, i’m here for you
but i’m not here for myself so i’m out of my
mind, don’t worry, i’m fine, no really, i’m fine, don’t judge me
your enemies are enemies to me, i’m pacing back and forth
i’m frightened to find myself, not anyone else, i know you al+
ready, stay steady i’m taking a break from my+
self, like i always do, you don’t have a clue, what i’m going through
come and suffocate me with a microfiber cloth b+tch!
don’t you want to live a normal live
or get sucked into a jet engine
or wanna get your own head dented
by a freaking axe, petty b+tch relax
i’m fixed, i love you, but i’m going in+
sane, and my brain says i’m unstable
god, save me a seat at the table
give me a second, i’m locking and loading it
better it’s me than you, don’t come in
locking the door ‘cause the smell’s pungent
crushed into powders like a fun dip
don’t see my room, it’s a massive bl++dy tomb, b+tch
crushing all my limbs into applesauce
i am not real, but is santa claus+
+trophobia in a dead tight pause
i’m a god to you, but you’re not the truth
how d+mn bad, could i possibly be?
if i am making you fall down on your knees
your simple instructions have lead you to destruction
your p+ssy little shriveled personality is rusted!
why should i trust you
you stupid little jew
you nasty cracker massive waste of poo
you chopped your own d+ck off
with a rusty metal saw
i will stab your eyes and disconnect your jaw
feel my heartbeat b+tch
i just want myself back
poke me with thumb tacks
give me a pen and a paper, and it’ll be good or trash
everybody trynna be better than one another
maybe if you payed attention to yourself, it would be funner b+tch!!

- sillyfurcorn clock lyrics

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