Waste

(It’s such a waste as I lay in bed all day)

(Perkies that I ate keep the demons from attacking me)

(They come back in withdrawals and attack harder)

(One after another, attacking me the it turns into a slaughter)

Drug after drug.

One after another.

Doing so much.

Man, I’m getting higher.

Where’s the plug?

Where’s my lighter?

Doing so much.

Getting higher.

All these tattoos don’t define me.

A waste of time, I feel lately.

I don’t care, I just want peace.

The demons beneath me always underestimate me.

It’s a waste, it’s such a waste.

It’s a waste, it’s all a waste.

I’m Wasted, I am wasted.

All my feelings they are corrupted.

Drug after drug.

One after another.

Doing so much.

Man, I’m getting higher.

Where’s the plug?

Where’s my lighter?

Doing so much.

Getting higher.

Not enough, not enough.

She said I’m not enough.

Just enough, just enough.

I did enough drugs.

Throw them up, throw them up.

Fill em up, fill em up.

I throw up, way too much.

Not enough, not enough.

Lust over love.

Found me in the tub.

Passed out from the drugs.

It still wasn’t enough.

I’m floating towards above.

What happened to all the trust?

Why is it all just lust?

Why do they just say because?

Drug after drug.

One after another.

Doing so much.

Man, I’m getting higher.

Where’s the plug?

Where’s my lighter?

Doing so much.

Getting higher.