You got me I got you
It's all the same
I'm fucked
I'm crying on stage

I'm a sage
And I know I'll blow my brains out, what
Before I'm twenty five
Fuck the twenty seven club, aint got time for that

Fuck them all fuck the noise
I hold this dear and I withdraw
I speak my voice
You let me down so much I'm 6 feet under
Ain't to blame but I hate you so fucking much

This my sadness theme and I'm sad as hell
Spit my spell smoke my drugs feel better
This the crutch I live my life on
Call them stilts cause I got no one else to stand on

Bastian bux but I'm stuck in the same place
Might just call it quits hang up the hat
Rearrange my life
Rearrange the sliced diced pieces of flesh
My head blown all to bits all over the wall instead

I see you look at me
I think about past subliminally
Sublingually I pay the fee

You in the rearview
Now I'm in the rearview
Now we in the rearview