DeathPitDungeons

[Verse 1: $wipeBanditGøth]
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[Verse 2: Sunshine Christo]
I'm in the dungeon, you can hear a lot
Mind overloaded with dangerous thoughts
I think this is what they call mind rot, I can't recall how I got here, I forgot
I'm tired of looking at the same walls, I just want to feel better overall
They ripped me out my comfort just like a hawk
I don't see things getting better, it's not my fault
We can try everything, we get the same result
I'm so pissed off, my whole aura salt
If you only you were there and seen what I saw
I'm stuck mixing potions up in the pot
I'm waiting for the chance to executе this plot
You can help if you want, yeah, yeah but don't bе a burden
You can help if you want, but don't be a burden
I don't really care if your feelings hurting
I hurt a lot, so I sort of get the deal, everything is so fake, so why be real?
Everyone tells lies and say it to my face
In my head, I'm like damn, why can't they feel shame?
It's not right what they try to do, if you think it's about you, then it's true
Don't be doing that shit to a player like me
Why you want to be like that? I'm just nineteen
In the dungeon, I be hearing lots of shit
And you talk to me about, "Let's make some hits", woah
Making hits, woah, I don't want to make this shit no more