C.ristmas R.ules E.verything A.round M.e

I should— SPLIT MY WRISTS WIDE OPEN— —so I can feel again! So I can feel again Slit my wrists right open— So I can see again So I can see again Tongue beneath my cheek, And your feelings make me weak; I need to breathe again; I better not See you next week— PLEASE Lay beneath me and Squeeze me, Please me l, Tease me, I— Greet me at the door, To your Rocky Mountain horror Feed me, Seymour, This is horrible! I hate this show I hate this world I hate you I— I hate you more— I should— What the fuck is this. It's screamo You're writing screamo again? Shit! I hate my life Is it what you want to believe, Burn another tree Dream another lucid dream, Lucifer is just the truth to me, It won't deceive you I won't believe you I don't believe you I don't believe anything I see I don't believe I don't believe I don't BE LEAVE. Me? Yes. —you wish. I WISH— uhh—-?! —HURRY UP, TIMMY, GODDAMMNIT. Alright, i wish… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.