Kaptain Kurt
I'm gonna kill myself
I'm gonna end my life
Fuck have I been waiting for
I'm doing that shit tonight
I'll use a foolproof method
I'll make sure it gets done
I'll make sure that my parents
No longer will have a son
I've got High expectations
I got low self esteem
I wanna bake a cake but
I got no recipes
Yes I can read a cook book
But I don't understand
So I'll just kill myself
Now that's a fucking plan
Never been a better time to end this bitter path of mine
I've given all of my supply
I'll always be a bust
Everything I've ever tried has given me a pass to die
Been ran around and taken down so yes I'm giving up
Guess I'll give a fuck when I'm a breath away from death
I may regret the way I leapt to paint and dress the pavement floor
Guess I'll finish up and say the rest of my confessions
May I rest and lay my head today I'm ravin' nevermore
I'm never having children
Too busy raising hell
I'll never make it
I was born to die and raised to fail
I've got no motivation
I got no goals or plans
So I'll just kill myself
Die like a fucking man
I dunno what you want from me
I'm in no shape for suffering
I don't think you should stay to see.
(Gotta go there's no space for me)
(Geronimo here I go I'm free)
Cyanide I need Cyanide
Sayonara my silent sighs
I'm signing off I see the shining light
I'm hearing silent night but where's Jesus Christ
Flaw in design
Awful at best
Caught in a big psychological mess
I'm a drop below shit
I'm a blob of distress
I've no reason to live
I'm a hop from my death
I'm a show with no depth
All I know is regret
I'm a foe and a faux
I'm all no with no yes
I am broken and soaked in emotional stress
All I hope is to float into motionlessness
With folks stepping over my body
Ain't nobody taking steps inside of my shoes
I'm unlikely to be exercised of this try me
I probably got a hex the size of this room
And I'm sorry for the mess i left
I let stress prevent my best efforts
Rest i must soon
Ain't no stopping this depression
Less I let death in
Destiny's delt her hand
And I'm through
Boom
Cyanide I need Cyanide
Sayonara my silent sighs
I'm signing off I see the shining light
I'm hearing silent night but where's Jesus Christ
I'm gonna end my life
Fuck have I been waiting for
I'm doing that shit tonight
I'll use a foolproof method
I'll make sure it gets done
I'll make sure that my parents
No longer will have a son
I've got High expectations
I got low self esteem
I wanna bake a cake but
I got no recipes
Yes I can read a cook book
But I don't understand
So I'll just kill myself
Now that's a fucking plan
Never been a better time to end this bitter path of mine
I've given all of my supply
I'll always be a bust
Everything I've ever tried has given me a pass to die
Been ran around and taken down so yes I'm giving up
Guess I'll give a fuck when I'm a breath away from death
I may regret the way I leapt to paint and dress the pavement floor
Guess I'll finish up and say the rest of my confessions
May I rest and lay my head today I'm ravin' nevermore
I'm never having children
Too busy raising hell
I'll never make it
I was born to die and raised to fail
I've got no motivation
I got no goals or plans
So I'll just kill myself
Die like a fucking man
I dunno what you want from me
I'm in no shape for suffering
I don't think you should stay to see.
(Gotta go there's no space for me)
(Geronimo here I go I'm free)
Cyanide I need Cyanide
Sayonara my silent sighs
I'm signing off I see the shining light
I'm hearing silent night but where's Jesus Christ
Flaw in design
Awful at best
Caught in a big psychological mess
I'm a drop below shit
I'm a blob of distress
I've no reason to live
I'm a hop from my death
I'm a show with no depth
All I know is regret
I'm a foe and a faux
I'm all no with no yes
I am broken and soaked in emotional stress
All I hope is to float into motionlessness
With folks stepping over my body
Ain't nobody taking steps inside of my shoes
I'm unlikely to be exercised of this try me
I probably got a hex the size of this room
And I'm sorry for the mess i left
I let stress prevent my best efforts
Rest i must soon
Ain't no stopping this depression
Less I let death in
Destiny's delt her hand
And I'm through
Boom
Cyanide I need Cyanide
Sayonara my silent sighs
I'm signing off I see the shining light
I'm hearing silent night but where's Jesus Christ
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Writer(s): Anthony Mathis
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