Chalk 96'
When will the suffering end
I watched their heart attack
When will the suffering end
Walk the walk
Talk the talk before your bodies outlined in chalk
Telling me, Have I made it obvious
I've been this way since I was a kid
And then the state took me away
With a gun to my head
With a knife to my eyes
Telling me this is do or die
Back in 1996 I was just a fucked up kid
Back in 1996 I wish I chose not to live
I try to change my mind
Born and raised in poverty and sad eyed ways
And I fear no consequence
And I'm upset so fuck this
I walk parallel with death
Straying away from everyone I've met
I dance around the bend
When will the suffering end
Just ask my dead friends
Just ask the ones who never left me out to die
Do you even wanna know what they say
Because they were never about you anyway
Kill Kill
With God I fucking died inside
I try to change my mind
Born and raised in poverty and sad eyed ways
And I fear no consequence
And I'm upset so fuck this
I'm reaching out
So when am I comin' home
When God meets me at the gates
He'll see just why I fucking hate
He'll see no other
Tell me that I'm a coward
Tell me I'm a fake
If I die before I wake
Just let me rot before my wake
I watched their heart attack
When will the suffering end
Walk the walk
Talk the talk before your bodies outlined in chalk
Telling me, Have I made it obvious
I've been this way since I was a kid
And then the state took me away
With a gun to my head
With a knife to my eyes
Telling me this is do or die
Back in 1996 I was just a fucked up kid
Back in 1996 I wish I chose not to live
I try to change my mind
Born and raised in poverty and sad eyed ways
And I fear no consequence
And I'm upset so fuck this
I walk parallel with death
Straying away from everyone I've met
I dance around the bend
When will the suffering end
Just ask my dead friends
Just ask the ones who never left me out to die
Do you even wanna know what they say
Because they were never about you anyway
Kill Kill
With God I fucking died inside
I try to change my mind
Born and raised in poverty and sad eyed ways
And I fear no consequence
And I'm upset so fuck this
I'm reaching out
So when am I comin' home
When God meets me at the gates
He'll see just why I fucking hate
He'll see no other
Tell me that I'm a coward
Tell me I'm a fake
If I die before I wake
Just let me rot before my wake
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Writer(s): Bryce Kariger
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