Midnight

I sit alone
And I work on my own
I'm in my zone
And I know no ones' home
I fear my own
My own way of thinking
I've lost my phone
And I'm tired of shrinking
Layin' in bed and I'm not even blinking
Filled with regret and I feel myself shrinking
Living with my thoughts
Living in my head
Living with myself and my own self dread

Cold liquor and more figures is what I need
But old pictures and old scriptures is how I succeed
Cause we don't proceed til' the job is complete
We here to win so there really ain't no competition
That's instant defeat
And to any that need ammunition
Bullets for submission
predisposition
To build habits
Off his ambition
But fuck its not a habit
I'm an addict
Don't mean to contradict what's been said
Is the obvious
That's when you started to call me less
Off some shit I shoulda never said
Now nights are spent with you in my head
And to be honest I'm better off dead (Better off dead)

(That's instant defeat)
(Better off dead)
(That's instant defeat)
(Better off dead)

The lack of us trying
And the lack avoiding friends
The absence of a life
And the longing for an end
Voices in my head always saying that i'm sinking
But I fear that I have no other way of Thinking
Longing for a thought
Another way of seeing
Searching for another way to lose this feeling
This feeling of nothing
The lack of self dread
Searching for a way
To end up Dead...