WAIL OF THE BANSHEE
My mind's stuck in a torture chamber, it's locked and dangered
Coats and hangers, ropes that dangle for all to witness
When I was young I never thought I would call it quits and
And now I'm old and I wanna it all, so lord forgive me
It takes my back to my little helium tank
I bought the shit and I laughed motion sickness from gas
I'm coughing blotchy almost drop my knees to the bath
Puking blood all the way from North Rhodesia and back and I
I should have left a note
Cause if life is what you make of it I'm going for the do or die approach
I just took some fireball with some shit that I don't know
Should have took some Tylenol and maybe supersized it all
Maybe then I would feel something
Look in the mirror, it's telling me I should kill something
So in the midst, how I can't handle how i'm feeling
Try to jump, but I always land by hanging from a ceiling
And my therapist told me try happy thoughts in the midst of it
So I did it with alcohol and some pill poppin'
It's the life of the vagabond, when shit doesn't matter y'all
Trying some Adderall I don't feel nothing
In the silence, hear the screams of the banshee
Hear the demons that haunt, that puppeteer in my thoughts
The Cavalier in my conscience, rides on a Pale Horse
Don't know what to do but just stay woke
So fuck 'em
Coats and hangers, ropes that dangle for all to witness
When I was young I never thought I would call it quits and
And now I'm old and I wanna it all, so lord forgive me
It takes my back to my little helium tank
I bought the shit and I laughed motion sickness from gas
I'm coughing blotchy almost drop my knees to the bath
Puking blood all the way from North Rhodesia and back and I
I should have left a note
Cause if life is what you make of it I'm going for the do or die approach
I just took some fireball with some shit that I don't know
Should have took some Tylenol and maybe supersized it all
Maybe then I would feel something
Look in the mirror, it's telling me I should kill something
So in the midst, how I can't handle how i'm feeling
Try to jump, but I always land by hanging from a ceiling
And my therapist told me try happy thoughts in the midst of it
So I did it with alcohol and some pill poppin'
It's the life of the vagabond, when shit doesn't matter y'all
Trying some Adderall I don't feel nothing
In the silence, hear the screams of the banshee
Hear the demons that haunt, that puppeteer in my thoughts
The Cavalier in my conscience, rides on a Pale Horse
Don't know what to do but just stay woke
So fuck 'em
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Writer(s): Backxwash
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