Album: Carbombs Are Cool
it feels like a demon
is inside of my mind
i can't control my thoughts
this bloody river of mine
i don't why i got
this voice is telling me too
i'm going six feet down
i can't go on anymore
i'm getting sicker than sick
i kinda like being dead
i change the channel so that
all i hear is hell!
i don't why i choice you
to fall back on to abuse
you seem to wish it again
all i did was for you
i don't know where i'm heading
i lost all my sense
constrict me from my head
the only tool that works
it can spread all my problems
and i'm the biggest one
i can't control my mind
it's fucking blown away
everything's so fucking useless
i don't see the point in anything
except for that fucking knife
it clears up my mind
i'm shaking from my pain
it's keeping me alive
i'm sitting strapt to a chair
the kind that kills you
for hurting the innocent
or else i need something to do
the shock goes through my body
but doesn't kill my soul
its somewhere lurking out there
beyond the living and
when it finds its souls
it'll do the same to them
THEM!
THEM!