Every day-i wake up dreading the light
Squeeze my eyes tight to obscure the syt
Yet life calls and I gotta get up and be the man
Damn-never thinking what that meant-excuse me mam
I can help you with that-can do attitude
Kill my character and pride to not be rude
When all I wanna do is tell em kick rocks
Sometimes quick cash off pick locks
That could be the better way to do it
Blew it-too old to get in now-knew it
Was a matter of time before death or prison
If I went that route-no kids-just somewhere missin
No one alive to care-cuz i burned bridges
That led to the home-that I burned too-snitches
The reason I'd end up in 1 of those 2 places
Court room evidence-x marker-10 paces
That's where you'll find the body of Syt
Forked path-the right is blinding bright
The left is muddy-dark and uninviting
At least there's this note for lighting
Fighting inside-trying to separate myself
When my alter ego clashes-my health
Of mind-is struggling to see reality
Casualty of self hindered thought-duality
The reason I go back and forth with
These thoughts that intervene-death wish
Myth buster this other mindframe
Where it's a foul littered game
Same guy who writes the womanizing lyric
Hear it in the vocal-raspy and...please cure it...
Never thought about writing a note to say goodbye
So cliche-yet I'm sitting here writing to die
Scribble-scratch-waiting to-cant even do that right
Suicide!? Never a thought-but tonight I just might...
Never thought about writing a note to say goodbye
So cliche-yet I'm sitting here writing to die
Scribble-scratch-waiting to-cant even do that right
Suicide!? Never a thought-but tonight I just might...
Never thought about writing a note to say goodbye
So cliche-yet I'm sitting here writing to die
Scribble-scratch-waiting to-cant even do that right
Suicide!? Never a thought-but tonight I just might...
Never thought about writing a note to say goodbye
So cliche-yet I'm sitting here writing to die
Scribble-scratch-waiting to-cant even do that right
Suicide!? Never a thought-but tonight I just might...