Traumatized
(Yeah)
(Let's get it)
(Yessir!)
(Yeah)
(Yessir!)
Picture this shit you are up on a plane
Pilot is suicidal he conveys
Turn off the auto he takes the controls
Playing the lotto he gambles with souls
He doesn't care that his brother is in
Side of the plane they are dying today
Even with escorts the pilot ain't phased
Flies in a mountain to kill all the pain
Damn, picture this shit you survive
Broken some bones, hospitalized
Given some Percocets feel good inside
Don't be so nervous you just love the high
Couple months later you ran out the script
Stealing from pharmacies don't give a shit
Needles in arms all you need is a fix
Causing you harm but you don't give a shit
Damn, now your wife wants a divorce
Losing your rights to the kids all by force
Kicking you out of the place that you live
Hitting rock bottom you don't give a shit
Couple days later you take twenty pills
Fentanyl laced you don't care if it's real
Then you collapse and your dead on the ground
Cycle repeats cause your children are now
Traumatized, how the fuck will they survive?
How will they move forward with no father there to guide?
His children through this life, and the demons of the mind
All they want to do is just get high or fucking die
Picture this shit, born predisposed
Addicted to medicine reap what you sow
Mentally fucked, manic depression
There's so many questions but nobody knows
Growing up watching your father in pain
Surviving one hell of a crash on a plane
He said the pilot had wanted to die
That is what made your father traumatized
Damn, couple years later he died
Closing the casket is what made you cry
Wondering why I was born into hell
Take me to heaven to even the score
Couple years later addicted as well
Multiple visits in mental psych wards
Wondering how will I make it to twenty and gather some money because I want more
Pain relief with the pop of a pill
You never stop to consider effects
Mother is crying and dying inside
She is having a ton of regrets
Damn, look what you did
It killed the father now killing the kid
Blame it on drugs or on manic depression
But really it's trauma that did all of this
(Yeah!)
Number one killer is trauma it seems
(Yeah!)
Killing your family killing your team
(Yeah!)
Number one killer is trauma it seems
(Yeah!)
Killing ambitions it's killing your dream
Traumatized, how the fuck will they survive?
How will they move forward with no father there to guide?
His children through this life, and the demons of the mind
All they want to do is just get high or fucking die
High or fucking die
Demons in the mind
High or fucking die
Demons in the mind
(Let's get it)
(Yessir!)
(Yeah)
(Yessir!)
Picture this shit you are up on a plane
Pilot is suicidal he conveys
Turn off the auto he takes the controls
Playing the lotto he gambles with souls
He doesn't care that his brother is in
Side of the plane they are dying today
Even with escorts the pilot ain't phased
Flies in a mountain to kill all the pain
Damn, picture this shit you survive
Broken some bones, hospitalized
Given some Percocets feel good inside
Don't be so nervous you just love the high
Couple months later you ran out the script
Stealing from pharmacies don't give a shit
Needles in arms all you need is a fix
Causing you harm but you don't give a shit
Damn, now your wife wants a divorce
Losing your rights to the kids all by force
Kicking you out of the place that you live
Hitting rock bottom you don't give a shit
Couple days later you take twenty pills
Fentanyl laced you don't care if it's real
Then you collapse and your dead on the ground
Cycle repeats cause your children are now
Traumatized, how the fuck will they survive?
How will they move forward with no father there to guide?
His children through this life, and the demons of the mind
All they want to do is just get high or fucking die
Picture this shit, born predisposed
Addicted to medicine reap what you sow
Mentally fucked, manic depression
There's so many questions but nobody knows
Growing up watching your father in pain
Surviving one hell of a crash on a plane
He said the pilot had wanted to die
That is what made your father traumatized
Damn, couple years later he died
Closing the casket is what made you cry
Wondering why I was born into hell
Take me to heaven to even the score
Couple years later addicted as well
Multiple visits in mental psych wards
Wondering how will I make it to twenty and gather some money because I want more
Pain relief with the pop of a pill
You never stop to consider effects
Mother is crying and dying inside
She is having a ton of regrets
Damn, look what you did
It killed the father now killing the kid
Blame it on drugs or on manic depression
But really it's trauma that did all of this
(Yeah!)
Number one killer is trauma it seems
(Yeah!)
Killing your family killing your team
(Yeah!)
Number one killer is trauma it seems
(Yeah!)
Killing ambitions it's killing your dream
Traumatized, how the fuck will they survive?
How will they move forward with no father there to guide?
His children through this life, and the demons of the mind
All they want to do is just get high or fucking die
High or fucking die
Demons in the mind
High or fucking die
Demons in the mind
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Writer(s): Jake Darus
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