All my friends want to fucking die
So why the fuck should I want to be alive
I’m just a blip on the map
Death isn’t what it seems
Cling to what I can just a little bit
Fake chemicals to the brain
So this is all we have to live for
I don’t know what made me expect
Anything more
Death grew inside of me
Lost cells in a stream of oxygen
Lost souls in a dream of optimism
Where do we go from here?
I fucking hate the world
I fucking hate myself
I hate the idea of being any better
I’m a fucking stain
This fire in my chest
Represents the emptiness
I once longed for life
Now I just long to close my eyes
I long for what it is just to feel alive
Gripped by the hand of god
I long for what it is just to feel alive
Tossed back with the other lost souls
I long for what it is just to feel alive
Gripped by the hand of god
I long for what it is to want to be alive
I’m an insignificant speck
On a lost rock without any purpose
So if I hang and break my neck
The tears that you shed
Will all be worthless
Why should I want to be alive?
Put me back in the ground
Didn’t wanna live on my own
But I’d rather waste alone
Death grew inside me