[Hook]
Days numbered, time's running out
My brain's crumbled, I need to sort something out
Soul-searching, rumaging, wondering
Why the f** do I keep on stombling?
[Verse 1]
I'm [?] focused
But I'm broke and I'm homeless
Life's a joke and it's hopeless
Trying to bring them all to make gold escape
But my plate's holes [?]
Social workers' on a methadone trip
It's total murder and I'm extra prone to flip
The fight's on the c*nts get right on my foul guts
The think I might pull a stunt like [?]
Convict on parole but f** it
I got kids but I got holes in my pockets
Inflation goes up like a rocket
Frustration, I got to get dough in my wallet
I didn't choose this situation so why mock it
Acute stiff medication cause I'm psychotic
Value to come down every day, I try stop it
But I'm not now, it's the very way I rock it
[Hook x2]
Days numbered, time's running out
My brain's crumbled, I need to sort something out
Soul-searching, rumaging, wondering
Why the f** do I keep on stombling?
[Verse 2]
What is my purpose? My brain's at a stand-still
Searching for answers, trying to scrape through the landfill
Why do people play this game at will?
Live die and pay blood-stained tax bills
I ain't got two pennies to rub together
I'm in my late 20's but no luck whatsoever
I must end this horror and terror
I never trust friends so I'm under the weather
I stay slither in the fake bitter
With a back-stabbing [?] stake in your liver
And here's your dinner
Maybe it's karma cause I'm a [?]-sinner
And that's why I've been thrown in the litter, to differ
As my lifeline grows thinner
I swallow Zimmers get a bottle of Vodka and [?]
My brain be chopped up with garden's trimmer
Put in a hotpot and pa**ed to simmer
[Hook x2]
Days numbered, time's running out
My brain's crumbled, I need to sort something out
Soul-searching, rumaging, wondering
Why the f** do I keep on stombling?
[Verse 3]
As a doc makes me up more 'scripts
For f** sake my jaw's full of all sorts of sh**
[?] by psychiatric workers
Surrounded by psychiatric nurses
My baby mother's got a new man, I've got mad
Thinking if my kids will call another one Dad
I'm having thoughts of putting him in a bodybag
[?] gags, plain petrol and rags
People say I have a vile frame of humour
Evil [?] like a wild brain tumour
Will I rise to paradise to cut the sworn ribbon
All blaze in Hell, where I'll never be forgiven
[?] lately
Kneeled over in pain, I need to break free
Cause my life's frail, covered in scabies
Smothered in full-scale rabies
[Hook x4]
Days numbered, time's running out
My brain's crumbled, I need to sort something out
Soul-searching, rumaging, wondering
Why the f** do I keep on stombling?