Syndrome

All I want to do is become a fucking ghost
Love-starved and pain-filled, this life is fucking gross
Take me to the town where sorrow fills the air
Everybody's forgotten me, so it isn't like they'll care

This town's where it's at; suicides left and right
The souls of the dead spreading sickness and blight
Honestly, I want to be one of those patients
My time is nearly up and I'm slowly losing patience

Off I fucking go into the afterlife
Living with illness is a scary sight
I wouldn't wish this pain on my worst enemy
I just want my trauma to be set free

Depression and anxiety; Plusle and Minun
It's like I'm trapped inside of Haunter's darkest nightmare
Even using Future Sight, I would not imagine this
Coming down from the heavens, I need a Draining Kiss

The night's sky is filled with melancholic tones
Every pathway's filled with skulls and bones
A sense of sadness consumes my soul
Getting out of here is my ultimate goal

I wake up; my body's sealed by a tomb of rocks
I force my way out of there, with the golden rod
A soul of the dead travels through my essence
I pass out from the pain, but this time? Something's different

Waking up again, I'm on a hospital bed
Every fiber of my being is smothered with dread
I look out the window... all I see is bugs
What I didn't notice? A nurse pulled the plug

My eyes slowly shut, blood flowing out like rivers
The nurse's crooked grin was seen from a distance
A blood-filled syringe is the last thing I'd see
The hospital burned down; filled with smoke and debris

Endlessly roaming through this forsaken town
Don't you worry, Darkrai; I'm coming for that crown
All I hear when I turn around is a ghost's shout
I take my final breath... and my lifeline goes out



Credits
Writer(s): Bon Carrall
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