[There's a war going on outside no man is safe from
You can run, but you can't hide forever]
Ever since my first proper b**h, I've felt like I've been stitched
Up in my life because it's just full of sh**
I honestly wish that I could go back and erase all of it
And as I sit and write this, I'm going over the memories
The memories that make me sick
And I'm trying hard to concise this
But there's as much crap that I'm trying to spit
And I feel like my eyes are covered by a black visor
All I see is the negative no matter how hard I try, ugh
It's difficult cause part of me wants to
Find these hoes, commit a**ault
Punch them in the face till I break their nose and spit on them
And tell them they're sh** and all. And I enjoy being cynical
So I ask you, what's wrong with that?
Honestly, what's the problem with it?
If it makes me happy then why can't I stick with it?
If it makes my life easier then why can't I act that way
Without being pulled up on it?
Man, I'm fed up of this. This sh** makes me sick
I'm done dwelling, done spelling
Everything out for her so she knows I ain't spending
My time on anyone else. But you know what, f** her
She don't believe me. I'm done trying
She can go s** another dick. She's one f**ed up chick
And I'm done with this. It's time to end this
Endless piss that we label as life
wa*k off one last time. All out of jizz
Buy a packet of paracetamol and some Jack Daniels
Consume all of it while listening to old vinyls
Go out and a**ault the biggest guy that I can find
And hope he k**s me if the d** don't do it this time
I know I'm destined for Hell but I need to end my life
Happiness is something you can't sell or buy
So to the world, I say my last goodbye
And lay my head down to die
[There's a war going on outside no man is safe from
You can run, but you can't hide forever]