Thedogma

Social media is fake
I may look perfect
But my eyes are made of dreams
And my skin is made of bubblegum

Im on a brink im bout to cross
Noise shrouded in smoke
I cannot take another loss
Fucker better cope
I got a fire in my soul
My heart detaching off
Not really fit into this role
Im never good enough
Bitch im never good enough

Yeah im never good enough
I have a problem with my patience
So im never good enough
I have a tendancy to break shit
So im never good enough
I hate that your shit so amazin
So im never good enough
Why my music so fuckin basic
Guess im never good enough
Got moldy dishes in my basement
So im never good enough
So violent for no fuckin reason
So im never good enough
I hate myself through my creations
So im never good enough

Nothing even feels real
Im astral projecting
Whats the mother fucking deal
Its not very effective
As a means to let me heal
Its just a fucking cycle
Rotate in me like a wheel
Tate in me like a wheel
Rotate in me like a wheel
In me like a wheel
Rotate in me like a wheel
In me like a wheel

Social media is fake
But my eyes are made of dreams