[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!