Sunken and swollen, left to sink in bed Numb to all the pain and shame Procrastinate every thought every breath Zombie land playground is what you have earned till death Lost in space where depression fails to grab hold Dull, dim-witted, slurred drivel to behold Dazed, confused, you are checked out Forgot what the stress was about Lazy and crooked doctors give in to Your pathetic cries of forfeit Built-in ready excuses It was subscribed to, I'm not going die today Oblivious to any criticism Legal and ordered to consume Given up for all accounts Deadly brew of pills, I deny
Self-subscribing, pain or mental? Extra ground up in how many bumps? Closest thing to rapture enjoy Ignore disgrace its non-existent
Lonely place of degradation, misery likes company Tell their story to each other, their modified history Junkie birds of a feather, new lies weave easily So proud of the victim status, share the pain and believe
Sum of the day's score is how content you're meant to be Hiding in your dungeon, gloomy place of depravity Sickly and contagious, aura of negativity You’re drenched in the squalor, state of degeneracy
Baffled by being avoided, family and friends look for the exits In denial of excessive self-loathing, looking for pity and any will do Trying to force people to sympathize, putting on the show of your misfortune No one wants to hear about your decline, or want to watch your self-destruction
Reveling in the abyss, the vacant stare, almost unconscious Forget about all the shit that's piled high Hoard the stuff it's not enough, then the trash is adding up Preying on others' understanding, single out who will empathize Betray the trust of dispersed pity Squander any currency you think you're entitled to receive Pessimist till the end, Debbie downer is not your friend Manipulation to the highest degree
Lies you tell are eventual truth Piece of shit you don't even fucking know it Forsaken and marooned
Time is running short on feeling sorry for yourself Your body's failing not made for the insalubrious Your weakened state, the result of neglect The toll you have taken from self-medication
Sleeping in garbage, and effectively abandoned Fuming alone about everyone's callousness You are the trash that others have taken out Removed the burden, that's had them weighed downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
