My mind's a malicious predator Always poised to attack Constantly creating worry To weight my weary back Self medicating only works so long And then I lapse Into a solipsistic coma Cause the stress is just too much for me to grasp
With money and dependency Relationships and obligations Sometimes it's too much And i just wanna fucking die Curl up with a bottle of everclear A sandwich baggie full of pills Salute good riddance to the day And slip into the night Into a place
Where the past is the past And what's done is done And the only concern we have is having fun Where the cops all turn their heads the other way
Whenever shit gets way too heavy And I feel I’m all alone I just remember that some day I’ll make an urn or cast my home Though it might seem morbid I find comfort in the fact That the stress and pain we feel in this life Won’t much longer last
Where the past is the past And what's done is done And the only concern we have is having fun Where the cops all turn their heads the other way (x3)
Where the past is the past And what's done is done And the only concern we have is having fun When all the cops are corpses and we’re freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
