Circus Of Dead Squirrels Force Feed
I believe that a horrible death will compensate for my wasted breaths I have sinned beyond forgiveness My pathetic excuse for this damaged mind, I am an infected slut Half human, half American mutt My mind is fried from a massive intake of psychoactive drugs Looking back I admit it was fun but I can't believe how f..cking stupid I was Everything I dreamed could now be a miracle Everything I think can not be conveyed I have forsaken everything that is sacred to me Meltdown my crispy little soul I'm incapable of feeling love and happiness and all that good shit I'm obsessed with death, pain, and gore The ugliness that makes me horseshit Nothing personal, I just don't know myself or what the f..ck I've become Nothing personal, I'm just f..cked up I'm on a soul searching power trip now Oh, chaos conquered my brain Force feed me with silence, shove hope down my throat Oh, what's left after going insane Wash this watercolor portrait of me Nothing personal, I f..cking hate you Don't think you're special cuz I f..cking hate everyone Nothing personal, I f..cking hate you Don't f..cking sit there Put a bullet through my goddamn head
