Drift
Every day I waste another breath, I just wait till my death
I ask myself "Am I alright? I'll run away and I'll be fine"
100 shots inside this clip another word I'll lose my shit
100 shots inside this clip the demon will attack my brain
Let it loose my brain is in a knot I don't think before I
make decisions, my description, there's a devil in I
Shit be slipping I be sleeping I be wishing for my death
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Shaking in my room and my anger soured
Gun to my skull can't live no more
With the black tears that desecrate
Losing my touch with reality
Black on white my misery
My demons are all on me
Make me live or make me shoot
Or kill people that's fun too
Steady in the mind of a psycho
Death letters for fun that I wrote
Step front towards me you cut-throat
Sidewalk midnight blood street pole
Meditate your guts on the steeple
I really just wanna kill people
I really just wanna kill people
I ask myself "Am I alright? I'll run away and I'll be fine"
100 shots inside this clip another word I'll lose my shit
100 shots inside this clip the demon will attack my brain
Let it loose my brain is in a knot I don't think before I
make decisions, my description, there's a devil in I
Shit be slipping I be sleeping I be wishing for my death
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Cuz these people do not understand the darkness I am in
Shaking in my room and my anger soured
Gun to my skull can't live no more
With the black tears that desecrate
Losing my touch with reality
Black on white my misery
My demons are all on me
Make me live or make me shoot
Or kill people that's fun too
Steady in the mind of a psycho
Death letters for fun that I wrote
Step front towards me you cut-throat
Sidewalk midnight blood street pole
Meditate your guts on the steeple
I really just wanna kill people
I really just wanna kill people
Credits
Writer(s): Sev Rare
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