Even though my lyrics are all wrong, you make me sound like a better song
I’ve lost all faith in a world so full of hate & I don’t fucking love music I just use it to escape
I’m caught between wanting to punch someone in the face & putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race
Everything takes its toll but there’s no tolls I can take, I haven’t yet found a good reason to be awake
I’m insecure by every facet of my existence, from my addictions to the condition I choose to live in, who you kidding?
I suffer from excess anxiety, a product of pollution in American society
Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind & I no longer have an ego I can hide behind
but I’ve been trying, disregarding my insanity