Eyes closed and hands all clenched I know this path all too well
Holed up, drinking, pissed off and empty Your words mean nothing Just another fucking Tuesday
Bleeding inside The time has come To right the wrong Somewhere there still can be hope for tomorrow Malevolent subconscious Stung by the taste of a bullet
A picture to show what's left No static, death in high def
Phobic, anxious, choking on chewed fingernails Manic, breaking, Ii love with a .38
Bleeding inside The time has come To right the wrong Somewhere there still can be hope for tomorrow Malevolent subconscious Stung by the taste of a bullet
Manic
Alone but not by myself Your voice haunts the air I breathe A hopeless cycle of fucking regreat I hope this home will burn to there's nothing left