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Battery life
Verse one: package of fun
she is damaged, The cord is busted
will she manage? there's no package of fun
niente più che tempo (nothing but time)
, Boredom takes more energy
than it's worth to live
So she plugs in
2000 jolts later, She's, overheated
she caught on fire
I suoi occhi sono rossi e gonfi.
(her eyes are red and swollen)
you can see the wires
così tanta energia che non sa dove metterla
(so much energy she don't know where to put it)
it's funny how the spill of
blood poisons your vision,
makes it hard to read what's written
so you try to listen to the rhythm
but it's hard
to listen to the rhythm,
when the rythm has no wisdom
and traps you in
a prison of bad decisions,
killing every ounce of love you once had
I think I've gone quite mad,
everyone else thinks it's quite bad!
trying to remind me of what I once had.
and even though it's sad.
I can't help but feel glad!
(Verse one)
Creativity was tossed,
Now its lost
why are still useing chat bots?
you need to defrost
worried it'll flop?
pick up a pen and draw
either that or withdraw
im exhausted from,
watching you self-sabotage
I need a massage!
(Verse two)
why do you continue deceiving?
cheating is not very redeeming
why don't you consider leaving?
your life has no meaning
why don't you go back to cleaning?
instead of deceiving
it's really quite demeaning
I'm never glad to see ads
they're such a drag ,
heavens knows how many of them are scams
thou can no longer hear the church bells
for thou are dwelling in hell,
all because thou fell
and now thy are down here in hell
all because you failed
all because it did not sell
so now you're dwelling in hell
and , you can hardly stand the foul smell of hell
as your eyes start to swell
as you're here in hell left to rot here in thy jail cell
this ain't no hotel
the bread is quite stale
and it's dark as hell too bad you can't read Braille
#poetry#
you can no longer hear the church bells
for you are dwelling in hell,
all because you fell
all because it did not sell
and , you can hardly stand the foul smell of hell
as your eyes start to swell
left in jail to rot here in this cell
this ain't no hotel
the bread is quite stale
#poetry#
you can no longer hear the church bells
for you are dwelling in hell,
and , you can hardly stand the smell of hell
as your eyes start to swell
left to rot in this cell
#poetry#


















