It's kind like that shit that gets stuck in my mind, a pseudo-drug with with no side effects except mental decline. For my tension purposes I lighten up the sandlewood candle, it seems the easiest shit is the stuff I can’t handle. What the fuck man? I silenced a call from a good old friend, I say shit I mean and do nothing cuz it's all just pretend. I'm frustrated with life just in general, cuz now I sleep all day and wait for my hell.
I was infatuated by all the lights in the sky Nothing comes out right the first fucking time cuz I deafened my ears to block out the sound A blankness fills all around now
I'm not in the mood to look at bright things I'm acting like an ass controlled by fucking strings Maybe if I weren’t acting like a faggot punk I’d be useful in a way. This isn’t me this isn’t me this isn’t me Twisted throughout my own version of hell I can’t get outta tha grip of this fucking shell I keep saying shit way too many times for no reasonable explanation this is shit this is shit this is shit
It's seeming like the sound of pain is a good idea and I yeah I know I'm sounding kinda vain Cuz this bullshit is all just a game, my whole life is lame, I’ve been rewriting shit that all sounds the same I've been cutting off my friends and sleeping til ten. This is shit this is shit its just a rerun again. There’s a solid line that borders my brain that disdains good reasoning and makes me insane! Ha
I was born with no reasoning mind And I’ve got no intentions of every trying to find The shit I’ve been taught is now lost in space Give me a cheese grater and peel the flesh off my face haha I’ve got no motivation to make my bed in the morning get my ass up at 7 make my life not so boring. Fuck that shit I’ll stay up for 6 six days and summon the clouds to pour some fucking shit on me.