Battles rage on, the war in my head. These contemplations, never end. Soldiers line up, one by one. I just want it to be done.
This life was not made for me Dead by 25 is all I'll ever be I can't see myself alive for more And watch the world thirst for gore
No one will help me in this fucked up world
I mean nothing and I'm not worth saving
Tell me things that will rot in my brain Keep me thinking, keep myself sane My disease will spread to those around me Poison their minds with irrational thinking
This life was not made for me Dead by 25 is all I'll ever be I can't see myself alive much longer As I kill all those around me with disease and hunger
All my life I've been treated like the outcast Never had any friends, no one had my back But now I'm older and I truly have seen The knife in my back is all you will mean
Everyone is gone No one lasts forever Things are so fucked up In this plague I call my life I'm all alone Im all by myself
Outcast I will never be anything Outcast This is my ending