Suffocating to death.
Suffering because I’m depressed.
I close my eyes and try to rest.
Blame society for all the mess.
All these walls are closing in on me.
I can’t breathe and you can’t even see why I blame myself for all the mistakes I make.
I need to take a break. (Yeah)
I need to take a break. (Yeah)
I hope this isn’t a mistake. (Yeah)
I hope you’re not a fake. (Yeah)
I hope my life ends up going the right way.
I’m so claustrophobic and you’re paranoid.
This shit is very tragic like its life on steroids.
Nothing but trouble like that movie with Dan Aykroyd.
You know it’s truly over when the missiles are deployed.
Get destroyed by the love that was lost in the void.
It’s hard to love someone when they say dumb shit all the time.
It’s harder to be loved when I’m always fucked up outta my mind.
It’s a crime, it’s a crime, it’s a crime.
To tell a lie, tell a lie, tell a lie.
I’d rather get high than tell a lie.
I’d rather deny why I get high all the time.
It’s scary when I get stuck in my own mind.
Claustrophobia is taking a toll on my life.
Just like the drugs did and that was a big price to pay but I’m not playing anymore of these games.
Touché they say but I’m missing that feeling in my brain.
Heartbreak, sadness and grief, it’s always the same.
Blame the name of the person who made you this way.
Run away, run away, don’t look back because there’s nothing to look back at.
It’s a fact, believe me you will never wanna look back anyway.
Suffocation, insulation asbestos fucking up my breathing.
Claustrophobic, catastrophic pain just feel like the same thing.
Death stranding in the depth, failing to get her to understand my feelings.
Suffocating to fucking death.
Suffering because I’m fucking depressed.
I close my eyes but I can’t even rest.
I Blame society for all the damn mess.
These walls keep closing in on me.
It’s not fair, I can’t even breathe.
So much despair in the cold evening air.
I’m stuck in satans evil lair, strapped down in his electric chair.
Claustrophobia is drowning me like a flood.
Can’t breathe when all I cough up is blood.
Can’t see but all I see is more drugs.
Honestly, I don’t think I can get enough.
Desperately trying to break outta my funk.
Crying lately because I feel I’m running out of luck.
I keep screaming but it seems like no one ever gives a fuck.
I see flames everywhere with Satan grinning with an evil glare.
Telling me to walk down his cursed fucking stairs.
I really don’t even care because claustrophobia is my nightmare.
Suffocating to death.
Suffering because I’m depressed.
I close my eyes and try to rest.
Blame society for all the mess
Ill explode you if you show me fake love and you know its true.
Don’t you curse me with your fake love that you gave me straight from you.
i can’t take that fake shit from you.
What the fuck is wrong with you.
I am so done with you, absolutely through with you.
Die tonight if that’s what helps you.
Afterlife is just something new to look too.
DieSad
