Not Yet کے بول

under this and held by swimming in my rug reconstruction takes a long time there's a detour in my mind just cut it off and all of my problems are solved thrust my fingers down my throat til they're coming out my ass pull myself inside out and throw me in the trash condemned by isolation an outcast of loneliness no anchor on my soul the sea now sweeps me away just cut it off and all of my problems are solved thrust my fingers down my throat til they're coming out my ass pull myself inside out and throw me in the trash not yet no help from you