Mezolith - NO ONE HATES ME MORE THAN MYSELF
00
Copied!
Plotting my death day in day out
Endless torment with no way out
Die by the sword let me bleed out
Noose or fire I’ll figure it out
Drown myself in promethazine
Sever my head with the guillotine
Suffocation through gasoline
But when I’m gone do not bury me
Chop me up into pieces
Drink my blood make me Jesus
Cook with my piss eat all my feces
Let you in on my biggest secret
I don’t cherish life no I just wanna die
I just wanna see my spirit fly into the sky
As the sun ignites and the stars collide
The only things left will be chaos and night
How fucking clear do you want me to be?
I hate every fucking thing about me!
Hate how I dress, the way that I walk
How I’m a mess, I change how I talk
I hate that my cock keeps giving me thoughts
I don’t think there’s any way I can get them to stop
Gun to my head, you see that I’m laughing
With tears running down my face, no I ain’t happy
Mentally scarred, nightmarish, fragmented
If I say imma die know that I meant it
Emotions are unstable from grave back into the cradle and I don’t think that I’m able
To survive another night cause I might
Just run every red light in sight
And drive 200 miles swerving all over the turnpike
Decayed in my head
I may fill that shit with lead
It won’t put my soul to rest
But it will soak my clothes and paint them red
Endless torment with no way out
Die by the sword let me bleed out
Noose or fire I’ll figure it out
Drown myself in promethazine
Sever my head with the guillotine
Suffocation through gasoline
But when I’m gone do not bury me
Chop me up into pieces
Drink my blood make me Jesus
Cook with my piss eat all my feces
Let you in on my biggest secret
I don’t cherish life no I just wanna die
I just wanna see my spirit fly into the sky
As the sun ignites and the stars collide
The only things left will be chaos and night
How fucking clear do you want me to be?
I hate every fucking thing about me!
Hate how I dress, the way that I walk
How I’m a mess, I change how I talk
I hate that my cock keeps giving me thoughts
I don’t think there’s any way I can get them to stop
Gun to my head, you see that I’m laughing
With tears running down my face, no I ain’t happy
Mentally scarred, nightmarish, fragmented
If I say imma die know that I meant it
Emotions are unstable from grave back into the cradle and I don’t think that I’m able
To survive another night cause I might
Just run every red light in sight
And drive 200 miles swerving all over the turnpike
Decayed in my head
I may fill that shit with lead
It won’t put my soul to rest
But it will soak my clothes and paint them red
