Silksong jokes

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  • I live inside my own world of make-believe. Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities. I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach. Cross out the ones who heard my cries and watched me weep. I love everything. Fire's spreading all around my room. My world's so bright. It's hard to breathe, but that's alright. Hush, shh.

    Tape my eyes open to force reality (oh no, no). Why can't you just let me eat my weight in glee? I live inside my own world of make-believe. Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities. Some days I feel skinnier than all the other days, And some days I can't tell if my body belongs to me. I love everything. Fire's spreading all around my room. My world's so bright. It's hard to breathe, but that's alright. Hush, shh.

    I wanna taste your content. Hold your breath and feel the tension. Devils hide behind redemption. Honesty is a one-way gate to hell. I wanna taste consumption. Breathe faster to waste oxygen. Hear the children sing aloud. It's music 'til the wick burns out. Hush.

    Just wanna be carefree lately, yeah. Just kicking up daisies. Got one too many quarters in my pockets. Count 'em like the four-leaf clovers in my locket. Untied laces, yeah. Just tripping on daydreams. Got dirty little lullabies playing on repeat. Might as well just rot around the nursery and count sheep.

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  • I am deciding to do songs on this app... so I am a type songs. If you want a specific song typed I will type just comment!

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  • In Mia's world, where bottles and parrots meet, A whimsical symphony takes its seat.

    With feathers ablaze, the parrots take flight, Their vibrant hues painting the day with delight.

    Mia, a dreamer with a heart full of glee, Embraces the beauty for all to see.

    Her bottles, like whispers of stories untold, Capture the magic that time cannot hold.

    Each bottle, a vessel of dreams and desires, Unveiling the soul's deepest fires.

    They dance in the sunlight, sparkle and gleam, A kaleidoscope of colors in Mia's dream.

    Parrots, enchanting with melodies rare, Sing ballads of love, floating through the air.

    Their voices, like echoes of nature's sweet call, Enchanting all hearts, big and small.

    Mia, with reverence, sets the parrots free, To soar across oceans, to distant lands and seas.

    In their freedom, they find their truest grace, A testament to love's boundless space.

    And as Mia's bottles journey afar, They carry her dreams, like a guiding star.

    Through mountains and valleys, they'll forever roam, In the hearts of dreamers, they'll always find home.

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