Crimzon Ink - Days Numbered lyrics

[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?