Happy Cyborg

Okay I boast it ornamental Let it cover cus I never set up I need a severance Satan Cheat me cus I'm fucking it up I need a beer ante up my throat in solvent I need a gear and I run up out this sorrow Miles in my back I got gross sense of distance An eye resting on my gravel Retire as no medusa I comply with a piss drenched in payed sense of bliss Ammonia racks attire of shit I'm out of discipline Lost thoughts Hind sight Are my eyes in the back now? Loss high Blind spot Are my eyes in the back now? I just need to focus Take a second run like cockroaches I'm lost in a game Display is tearing neat No powder out of flour cocaine Replace the power I'm out Running bitch just not in my doubts Wish I could see my legs I'm locked inside a Treadmill Caught in my bed still thoughts in my head spill Wandering service I'd rather stay and take the blue pill Cucked In the closet rust stuck to my bars what Lost and forgotten I master problems like honest to god Lost thoughts Hind sight Are my eyes in the back now? Loss high Blind spot Are my eyes in the back now? I just need to focus