Trapped inside a plain white room,
A cold noose, a block of ice.
He better move 'cause it will melt,
That f**ed up kid, was really nice.
Windowless and feeling blue,
There's nothing left for him to do.
He better move or his mind will melt,
That f**ed up kid, was so kind too.
It's heating up, the time is low.
That block of ice, is half its height.
It's now or never, the time is right,
That f**ed up kid, left a f**ed up note.
And when I found him I read every word,
The reasons why he had left this empty world.
And when I'm slowly losing my mind,
I just remember the last two lines.
Hang me,
Hang here,
Dear world,
Blame yourself.
Blue lips,
White eyes,
His d**h hangs over all our lives.
The noose is tight.
Something's not right.
Hang me,
Hang here,
Dear world,