Locked in and lost
Lost in a spot
It's the surface of putiny
They tell me they dare, they just wanna make a fool of me
They haven't a care
They just make a tool of me
Locked in and lost
I have the demons inside of me
Creeper at spawn
Set player gamemode at one for me
Lost in a grave with my pain to create
With a Phil Swift distraction and a flex seal attached to me
Tell me you care
I got shit on my chest
I don't really want to it's time to go oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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