I think

rotten candy brain

my brain became some rotten candy it's melting just above your hands i know the word is “cotton candy” bare with me, for a couple thoughts

true, floating's just like sugar clouds for sure feels hella sweet, all times but still there are some fucked-up-doubts 'cause what the fuck's up with

can't tell me there is nothing rotting inside this empty head of mine can't tell me god's not sitting, plotting some shit evil and divine

words and thoughts were all i had but somehow they refuse your touch once your hands let me be glad what's left of me is... not too much.

my brain becomes some rotten candy it's melting just above your hands sure hope the taste's something you'll fancy & hope the decay never ends