My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames From Hell – Song and Lyrics by $uicideboy$

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames From Hell’ by $uicideboy$. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of $uicideboy$ or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask

Slumped back in the driver’s seat
Blunt between my lips
I’m riding with a bitch that’s high as me
She ducking out
She trying to sleep
I’m duckin’ out
I’m trying to see the road
But all I can see are four horsemen
Coming closer to me
I think I’m ’bout to die, we’ll see
Swerving on them motherfuckers, bitch
It ain’t my time
Let the world blow up first
Then I might just close my eyes
It’s all I really wanted my whole life
The universe won’t notice, bitch
You just another life, the sun’ll rise
The stars have already died

Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit’ a Jason mask

I!
See the reaper creeping
As my blood is seeping
Sleeping deeper through the night, so I can face my demons
My!
Weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing
Death keeps cheating on my life
But on my soul, it’s feeding
(It goes on and on and on and on and on)
Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream
Screaming and needing
Yelling and pleading that things ain’t as they seem
In the cut sneaking and tweaking
Because I can’t stop seeking this pain
This torture of horror that I’m always conceiving