Metal head, tapping the barrel against my brain Enough dark thoughts to drive men insane Done with the feign, done with the all stress for the gain Done with the drugs, the sensation of bliss was in vain
Death pumps through the veins, just beginning to realize it People say I changed, I chose to deny it Dissociated, putting up mental walls like they’re armor Now I find myself making the same mistakes as my father
Never shaken or bothered. Never connected at all No real relations, even my ******* self I appall No motivation to stay, no motivation to leave No motivation for anything, least of all me
No goals, No fears, No laughs, No tears The face I wear’s a facade, just to blend with my peers Honestly, I couldn’t care if it all ended tonight Or if it didn’t, just don’t give a **** bout a life
So I sit here, contemplating thoughts of the bitter Lit cigarette in the left, the other hand holds the trigger Mind of a drifter, but I’ve given up on the plight Sigh. Squeeze. Bang. I’m gone, goodnight.