Fiends

Yeah yeah, push back into yesterday's emotion
Down here yeah my lungs they won't function
Stress and anxiety get the best of me
Their graffiti sky holds the dreams you see

Plastered in grey and white till im feeling numb yeah
Medicate me till they say im done yeah
Mentally mangled mess am I? I don't care
Claim im a freak and ill smile and stare

Cus I know that im alone
This place down here yeah has shown
Me how to live by myself
Cus above this its fucking hell

Cus everyone here is just fucked in the head yeah
I feel like no one understands what im saying
Fuck this, fuck that, almost hate everyone
I don't need another fake friend to tell me

How I live my life in the negative they don't understand
If I could change myself in a snap then I would
But you wanna cut me, gut me
I feel like im fucking Ethan winters always just

Piecing my body back together on the daily
Until im made of stitches and hate is all that makes me
Its like frostbite is leeching off my limbs
Till emotion is gone and im living in the songs

Cus every day passes with a snap of my fingers
Why won't time wait up for me I need to catch my breath
I guess I knew this was the curse of
Staying in my room and not coming out a lot

I got a few friends that mean a lot to me
Yeah slothboi always guards my back from the fiends
These fake fucks want to take every fucking thing
And leave you rotting alone

Sure, I'm fucking lame
Call me loser, bum, its all the same
I'm an addict, dickhead, hard to tame
But least I'm fucking honest aye

Boi I know my mind decay
And sometimes I get manic, gray
The anxiety got me tripping late
But know I never fake a day

I don't give a fuck watchu think boy
Sloth in his own lane, doing his own thing
White wine sipping so I can't afford a gold chain
Know I got problem finna say that no shame

Sure you got some money, maybe fame, still lame
Boy, you ain't really know what the fuck I mean
When I say that money is the root of pain
We are sheep in someone's game

Know I ain't afraid
To be alone
Cuz I trained for days

In bed tried to break the chains
So I set alarms, that I couldn't make

So I wake up next day, same shit
When the fuck can I manage to make it
Like fuck this lame simulation
When the fuck can I wake from the matrix

Stigmas take fucking lives
Man they create some divides
The rich and poor aint the line
The drugs don't care if you alive

Everyday feel the same
I need to break all these chains
I feel like I'm just a slave
I hope this ain't my fucking fate

Let's not fucking stay
In a shitty game
We can shape our fates
I know you can be great

We can fucking show
That normal is a joke
Let it fucking rage
Break the fucking chain



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Writer(s): Connor Robert Woodland, Anthony Aneil Brach
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