Cyanide

Living everyday with my innate craze
Compulsive
Bit Impulsive
In frame
Paint it with pain

Carvin' a smile on my face
Just to say that I'm okay
Happy withering through seemingly the worst of things
That this fucked up life can bring

Sleepless nights with them bloodshot eyes
Mind might be quite past borderline fried
Dying on my tongue a tab of cyanide diethylamide
I feel more dead than alive

I've tried
Too many times to persuade my mind - Everything's alright
Right?

Why does it seem like the path I made is crumbling
Being ripped at the fucking seams?
Like walking on a tight string
Fear of falling
Get the feeling that I'm going down
Now



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Palma
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