Am/Pm
Windows down with a frown
Ash on my jeans
Been up eating beans
These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head
But I'd rather be dead
Got no bread
Out of meds
I can't find no tranquility
Put me out of my misery
Insomnia drivin' me mental, so I put it on a front like golds on my dental
My lifes accidental
At the drop of a pencil
I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker while I'm drivin a rental
Oh no don't tempt me
I ain't slept in six weeks
Haven't ate since wednesday
God damn I'm empty
I fall asleep but I don't want to rise out of bed
Escape to my dreams I know some of them wet
The sun shinin bright as I open my eyes and then close up the blinds and wish that I was dead
Some people wanna call me a pussy
Some people wanna call me a bitch
Some people wanna tell me that it ain't that bad
Lift up that chin
I wonder what they'd say after I slice my wrists
2 slits I'm gone in the endless abyss
One way street and i need a fucking lift
If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean shit
Po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup
Gulping it down til' I don't give a fuck
Ash on my jeans
Been up eating beans
These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head
But I'd rather be dead
Got no bread
Out of meds
I can't find no tranquility
Put me out of my misery
Insomnia drivin' me mental, so I put it on a front like golds on my dental
My lifes accidental
At the drop of a pencil
I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker while I'm drivin a rental
Oh no don't tempt me
I ain't slept in six weeks
Haven't ate since wednesday
God damn I'm empty
I fall asleep but I don't want to rise out of bed
Escape to my dreams I know some of them wet
The sun shinin bright as I open my eyes and then close up the blinds and wish that I was dead
Some people wanna call me a pussy
Some people wanna call me a bitch
Some people wanna tell me that it ain't that bad
Lift up that chin
I wonder what they'd say after I slice my wrists
2 slits I'm gone in the endless abyss
One way street and i need a fucking lift
If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean shit
Po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup
Gulping it down til' I don't give a fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- New World Depression
- The Thin Grey Line
- Are You Going to See the Rose in the Vase, or the Dust on the Table
- Us Vs. Them
- I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel (V)
- YIN YANG TAPES: Winter Season (1989-1990) - EP
- YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990) - EP
- YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990) - EP
- YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990) - EP
- SHAMELESS $UICIDE - EP
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