Branwen Yeah This emotional traffic This individual damage Even when pain grows static I could still feel its magic Don't look at my brain, unwrap it It's mental pornographics Her tears come automatic She likes it fucking graphic Now kill the world, bitch die Waiting until it kills me, I would rather kill the world Waiting for life to fuck me, I would rather fuck the world Explosives inside the lobby of my mind, I flip the switch I shed my tears then pry apart my ribs and blow this bitch And I could never get tired of a feeling like this I stuff my fingers down the throat on top the world and take a shit She cut through the noise to come remind me of my sin But I don't give a fuck, lil' bitch, why don't you takе the hint?