Six Ball Rightous Breakdown
Every single day when I wake up all I do is stay there feeling like I'm dead then I have nothing to say. It's late in the morning and all I can breathe is the comfortness of my bed, the ecstasies in the dust and I'm looking lost in a shattered line, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE??? Life ain't getting any simpler that empty and mundane world I better lock myself up away from that fool's paradise. I'm staring like a brick-brain to that boring old wall. Its plentiness of ideas make me starve of nothing Laying down in my melancholia is all I do every single f..ckin' day I care no more of this mental state if someone cries out at the phone... No one's home... I'm dying at every glance I don't need your infamous aggressions Go away with your foolish conclusions YOU'LL NEVER EVER GET A SINGLE FUCKIN' PRAYER FROM ME!!! I have lots of mistakes I don't care about anymore and you should be one of them but I didn't create you and the best thing you've ever done is ripping my anxiety apart. Sometimes I think I'm already gone It's nothing now... NOTHING Life ain't getting any simpler that empty and mundane world Life ain't getting any simpler that empty and mundane world I better lock myself up away from that fool's paradise.