Lyrics

My future’s stalled in its tracks
Put up a wall to hold me back
Keep me in line well fuck that
I’ve got a mind egomaniac
And I’ll suffer the whole time
And I’ll make it seem easy to leave my side
He’s got a .38 special to his head
He knows it won’t solve nothin’ if he were dead
“You’ve got it wrong!” so he says
He’s got class does it anyway
The creature writhes in pleasure
Just close your eyes adds to the trip
You act surprised? It’s just my death wish