Mind Bleach
My ragged, breath, is loud
In the crowd, idolizing my death
Numb hands, sweat, heart pounds
Lazy hound, with no spine left
Faces, bubble and crack
While my mind, begins to unscrew
Everyone in this room wants to kill me
And I, want to kill me too
I can't speak, I can't joke
Every time I breathe I choke
Eyes crusted with angel dust
Brain slowly oozing pus
I can't speak, I can't joke
Every time I breathe I choke
Eyes crusted with angel dust
Brain slowly oozing pus
Tell me, it's not fucking real
And tell me, I'm, fucking ill
You know, I'd be better off sedated
Gaslit, with a bag of fucking pills
I can't speak, I can't joke
Every time I breathe I choke
Eyes crusted with angel dust
Brain slowly oozing pus
I can't speak, I can't joke
Every time I breathe I choke
Eyes crusted with angel dust
Brain slowly oozing pus
Mind bleach, mind bleach
Keep the bad thoughts out of reach
Mind bleach, mind bleach
Sitting here happy as a peach
Mind bleach, mind bleach
Bullshitting on my broken speech
Mind bleach, mind bleach
Soul sucking like a fucking leech hah!
Now, I feel all better
And now, my thoughts are out of reach
Now, my mind's wrapped in a wool sweater
That's fucking soaked, and dripping in bleach
I'm so happy
I'm thrilled, I'm ecstatic!
Just want to fucking numb all the pain
Feeling great
It feels so good!
Just want to be happy and fucking gay!
La La La La!
Just want to fucking say
Bleach my mind, bleach it!
Bleach my mind, bleach that fucking shit!
Bleach my mind, bleach it!
La La La La!
In the crowd, idolizing my death
Numb hands, sweat, heart pounds
Lazy hound, with no spine left
Faces, bubble and crack
While my mind, begins to unscrew
Everyone in this room wants to kill me
And I, want to kill me too
I can't speak, I can't joke
Every time I breathe I choke
Eyes crusted with angel dust
Brain slowly oozing pus
I can't speak, I can't joke
Every time I breathe I choke
Eyes crusted with angel dust
Brain slowly oozing pus
Tell me, it's not fucking real
And tell me, I'm, fucking ill
You know, I'd be better off sedated
Gaslit, with a bag of fucking pills
I can't speak, I can't joke
Every time I breathe I choke
Eyes crusted with angel dust
Brain slowly oozing pus
I can't speak, I can't joke
Every time I breathe I choke
Eyes crusted with angel dust
Brain slowly oozing pus
Mind bleach, mind bleach
Keep the bad thoughts out of reach
Mind bleach, mind bleach
Sitting here happy as a peach
Mind bleach, mind bleach
Bullshitting on my broken speech
Mind bleach, mind bleach
Soul sucking like a fucking leech hah!
Now, I feel all better
And now, my thoughts are out of reach
Now, my mind's wrapped in a wool sweater
That's fucking soaked, and dripping in bleach
I'm so happy
I'm thrilled, I'm ecstatic!
Just want to fucking numb all the pain
Feeling great
It feels so good!
Just want to be happy and fucking gay!
La La La La!
Just want to fucking say
Bleach my mind, bleach it!
Bleach my mind, bleach that fucking shit!
Bleach my mind, bleach it!
La La La La!
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Gorsky
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