Jeremy Grahame Pickett - Cycle lyrics

Right now I don't f**ing exist I mean nothing to everyone; nothing to anyone And I hope my friends really give a f** Cos' that's the only way my egos dick will ever get s**ed There's always one motherf**er tryna tell me Everything you do is worthless It's worthless When you stress Over the mess you protest You made It's irate Oh, I f**ing hate it So find something of value and hold onto it my dear Nobody wants to hear you b**h every f**ing day Let the chair slip Nicotine drip Flames in a hanging grave Wine bottle b**h Alcoholic cry-baby wannabe Consume, let the f**ing hate flow through you Consume, let the f**ing hate flow through The movement of the mountains of couldn't quell the fires of hell All the blood and frozen stains The days of old are done We go around in cycles, like demons in the night Abducting the innocent and feeding on delight When demons creep on through the cracks into the night They'll drag you back to hell I won't stand alone I can't believe you'd cling to me like this I was blind but now I see, still can't perceive the sea alone like this