Kill Dyll - 106.mph

Drivin' down the highway going 106
Thoughts are so deprived of some reasoning
Makes me sick
Sick to my stomach
Sick to my head
I been thinking I'm dead
I'm just a ghost
Host of this body

Takin' up a couple tasks and now I call them my hobbies
I got too many fuckin' feelings I'm relvealin' I'm sorry
If I'm sounding so depressing
Im over obsessing over trauma it's so complex
And I guess I'm just confessing to pessimism
Investing in a cataclysmic perception
Of the system I'm living in
I'm not fitting in
I'm infinitely bitter when
I'm sitting in, cuz everybody's synonyms
I'm antonyms

Drivin' down the highway going 106
Going 106
Drivin' down the highway going 106
Going 106
I don't need a passenger
Happily ever after is just a fuckin' distraction
My tires losin' their traction
I'm born with no more tread
Getting fed up with all of these fairy tales
I can barely tell
What's really real

Drivin' down the highway going 106
Thoughts are so deprived of some reasoning makes me sick
Drivin' down the highway going 106
Thoughts are so deprived of some reasoning makes me sick