8PM
I never saw the sun
Laying on the floor is a bottle of rum
9PM
I'm already drunk
Drank the whole bottle
I don't give a single fuck

5 Days a week I'm going through cycles
wishing god would shoot me with a riffle
2 days just to rest from the hustle
slowly chipping away
I'm bout to crumble

This ain't really what life's about
Letting everything hold us down
fill my lungs with them lethal clouds
Fill my head with those inner doubts

Numb the pain away
Yeah I ain't okay
not in a dream
But why am i feeling dazed

I repeat the days
I'm locked in this never ending dream
Ain't no damn escape

Trapped inside this boring routine
Same old movie
There’s no ending
Same old cycle
Sacrificial
Wasting my time
Draining my life
Same cycle
Same old bottle
Same old feeling
Ain't never changing
Cycle cycle
Living in cycles
No free trials
Wasting my miles

ain't no after life
why would god fucking lie
angels don't fucking fly
ain't shit in the fucking sky

think it’s all a fucking lie
Hold your breathe and close your eyes
give and go a fucking try
Wanna see what happens when we hit the ground and fucking die

Wake up
In a new fucking body
Same old story
Same old ending
Same old problems
New found traumas

Trapped in the drama
Trapped by the karma
trapped cus of mama
slit my throat and set me free
paying gods stupid fee
locked away and lost the key
take the shackles off my knees
end this fucking movie

Trapped inside this boring routine
Same old movie
There’s no ending
Same old cycle
Sacrificial
Wasting my time
Draining my life
Same cycle
Same old bottle
Same old feeling
Ain't never changing
Cycle cycle
Living in cycles
No free trials
Wasting my miles

Hey God I’m feeling kind of tired
I gotta do a little more than smoke to fuse my wires
And I’m not a fucking liar
I’m not a bad guy
Grant me this one wish
And let me fucking die
Time is too slow
it ain’t flying by
Shut my eyes and pray to wake up to my own demise

Is it my time to shine?
Will the light fill this tunnel?
I’ve been buried in the dark for long
let my corpse crumble
If I die, don’t resuscitate me
when I go I want my tits to look pretty

Give away my breath to someone more deserving
I would give my life to anyone who dared to ask me
And if I live through pain I’ll be good for now
Return to vain when my life again turns around
live in pain when I cry they love the sound
when I die they gonna wished that I stayed around