Cargando...

Guilty Tendencies

I’m gonna chop my fucking arm off
Fuck everything
There’s just no point
No life left in my eyes
Behind this mask
Light doesn’t exist
Everything I touch dies
I’m not expertise
I’m not trying to please
Anybody, anywhere
I’ve been there
I’ve done that
Forget that shit
It’s all in the past
Oh God, please fucking save me!
 
Why should I even care
Let alone try
Fuck everything
These guilty tendencies
Have me by my throat
There is no hope
Like acid rain
Like a poisonous frog
Hyperventilation and frost bitten fog
Beauty is dead
Deception is fed
Dinned upon by a wicked wretch
A guilty theft
A filthy wreck
That is known as me
 
I no long want this guilt
I don’t want these fucking tendencies
What’s up with me
What’s wrong with me
Am I done in
Am I no longer strong
I’ve never been tough
So I guess all is lost
If I can’t have happiness
If I can’t have hope
I might as well be murdered
Slit at the throat
From side to side
Slice to slice
Oh God, please fucking save me!
 
Just save me
Or take me
I don’t care which way
But I don’t want to stay
Not here
Not now
Never
Ties are meant to be severed
Nothing lasts forever
So tell me
What is the point of living
What is the point of fucking existing
Why go through all this pain just to have nothing
There has to be something
Oh God, please fucking save me!
 
Why should I even care
Let alone try
Fuck everything
These guilty tendencies
Have me by my throat
There is no hope
Like acid rain
Like a poisonous frog
Hyperventilation and frost bitten fog
Beauty is dead
Deception is fed
Dinned upon by a wicked wretch
A guilty theft
A filthy wreck
That is known as me
 
If there is a god
An eternal all knowing being
Is thou blind from seeing
The creation you’ve created
The souls you love
Are suffering in an endless struggle
Waiting for the forgiveness
That’ll never come
 
Why should I even care
Let alone try
Fuck everything
These guilty tendencies
Have me by my throat
There is no hope
Like acid rain
Like a poisonous frog
Hyperventilation and frost bitten fog
Beauty is dead
Deception is fed
Dinned upon by a wicked wretch
A guilty theft
A filthy wreck
That is known as me
 
Oh God, please fucking save me!
If you exist, please save me!
I do not wish to feel like this!
I do not wish to fucking exist!
Otras obras de S. Morris...



Top