brown recluse from brown recluse by immortal nightbody

whatevers going on
it feels out of my hands
it's safer in my house

sorry everybody
but for real
I don't miss you

the sun is down
it's very late
my autumn leaves
are trembling
and I don't know why
i'm always like this:

a brown recluse

agoraphobic
in my head
spinning webs
made of threadbare noose x 2

no i
don't mind
if life
passes
me by

some times
i am
so mad
some one
could die

try to kick down my door:
you'll fuck around and find out
what authority means
means nothing to me
when i shoot it i won't miss you

i can't believe
what these chicken bones
and these tea leaves
are telling me
about the boot
on my neck

so i'm a brown recluse

agoraphobic
spinning webs
in a bed
made of threadbare noose

no i
don't mind
if life
passes
me by
it was going that way
anyway

some times
i am
so mad
some one
could die

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