This is my life close your eyes and listen,
This is what I want to do this is my ambition
I feel I have no other way, it’s my salvation
One person dies, two, three down six feet.
One big massacre made by one cold heart beat,
Oh yes its crazy, insane is genius now.
Who even cares we all criticize each other anyways, life’s foul…
Whatever grams of depressants you give me ill overcome
Because right now I feel like demonizing, living like evil.
You’re lucky I’m locked up, with only thoughts to think.
If I was there you’d feel my wrath. Blood fill up the sink,
Did you ever think it’s just me, my personality?
That I liked to hurt myself, killing the pain so many put me through.
Tie me down before I kill humanity, myself personality.
I lye restless in thy bed strapped from moving,
But wait look here, there’s about three inches from my head and the metal gurney bed.
(Bang), my neck snaps from retractions, the back up my skull is cracking!
Insanity feels good, eyes rolling back, cursing toward the world.
It wouldn’t be like this if I wasn’t born with this.
This curse, best way out looks like the back of a hurse.