Darke Complex - Slime

寡婦 Depressed and stressed complex With the most problems And I won’t solve them Instead I let them grow, blossom Got a whole garden And they’re all rotten Like me I feel them all staring Glaring Wary of me So I tear out my hair ’Til my scalp starts to bleed Scared and it’s apparent to see That I’d do anything just to make them believe Slime In the back of your throat When you gag and you choke It’s because I’m the Slime And the black in your lung