Album Name : Ideas of Reference
Release Date : 2004-01-01
Song Duration : 15:39
Psyopus Bones To Dust
Coke binge. I lock myself inside this room. The very end
was coming soon. My head was twisted. I was saying, Good-
bye. I was snorting, snorting until I died. My lifestyle
was darker than a permanent black marker. Another day
passes. Another day is gone. Another sad misery was just
dragged on. It was just a lung. It was just a vein. It
was all of these drugs that I can't maintain. I need
yeaho. I hit rock bottom. Rock bottom bones to dust. I
will kill you for your money to buy a bag of f..ckin'
coke. Snort it. What a f..ckin' fiend? What a f..ckin'
fiend? I would kill you to get high. I need yeaho. I lock
myself inside this room. The very end was coming soon. My
head was twisted. I was saying, Good-bye. I was snorting,
snorting until I died. My lifestyle was darker than a
permanent black marker. All the pain and the mental
anguish has me locked in my room snorting until I OD. (I
can't take this shit. I can't take this shit anymore.
Slit my wrist. I don't want to live.)
