Sick and twisted existential fiction, I said: How am I gonna get through life like this? Head-bobs noddin’ in and out of-a the body, yet I'm not about Klonopin or heroin Fix that twitch, it makes me fiddle like a schizophrenic, how am I gonna get through my life like this? Neurotic and catatonic, idiotic, not enough psychoticism to corroborate the sin
Take me towards the light When it leaves my eyes Give me a sec to catch my dying breath Forgive me if I cross the flatline
From the cradle to the casket, hope it’s not too much to ask to come kill me Kill me please! Six feet deep from six-foot tall, don’t bother, give it some, or lose it all Please come kill me Kill me if you can
