[Intro]
Ha, yeah yeah, a-ha
It's PuKe King, what what?
Ha, it's PuKe King
Right I'll stop f**ing about
[Verse]
In my mind there's this room where all the walls are painted white
All the corners painted blue and that's where I rest at night
I walk throughout the day, dragging colour right beside me
Painting with my sleeve, a bloody mess I leave
Never looking where I'm painting, never looking where I'm going
Always reading what I wrote on the walls I've been before and
It's boring, I get lost often conscious of my conscience
I watch my watch whenever it is tocking
A narcissist who's heart is just a stick to hit the rail with
A martyr with the hammer offering to hit the nail in
I'm aimless, hopeless, failing, a joke? yes
A punchline who's f**ed life is sublime, I'm loathing
Reflections, my inflection, my complexion, my neurosis
Defensive when questioned about friendships and hopes this
Isn't how I pictured painting would ever make me feel though
I figured that this fiction would never become real hope
The paint is still wet, my sleeve is getting murky
Blurring what my heart felt, making it feel dirty
f** thirty, wanna find the door 'fore I'm twenty six
Playing Steam games while my steam train vents, uh
k**ing hoards in k**ing Floor, I don't play the villian more
I tend towards the heroes when I'm Steaming through a village or
A basement, binding keys, finding keys, Binding Isaac
k**ing Peep with my pee, shooting tears with my eyelids
Sick is such an understatement, Sick is such a loser
Winning's such an effort and I never been sure-er
That they'll laugh at all my mistakes
Demotivated, pa** the buck while I just waste
[Outro]
Still not a painter, ha!