Phineas Gage
Wish I was different
The same as everyone else
Feeling distant
But hate that I'm chained to myself
I keep wishing
I just keep wishing
I
Wish for a life
Wish I would die
If I just tried
I'd probably just
Wish I survived
Sensitive guy
Inflicted with pride
And tension inside
Hearing whispers from knives
Itching for a wrist it could slice
I hate anxiety
And aching silently
This rage inside of me
Is ready to hell raise
With a 12 gauge
Playing hide and seek
Raise the sirens
A plague of violence
Just takes society
Displacing tyrants in blazing fires
Done waiting idly
I'm sick of the friendly approach
At the end of my rope,
Pretending to cope
Any fucking minute I'll blow
My brains out
On the same rout
As Kurt Cobain now
Right before the bang sound
You heard me say loud
I'm fucked up
I'm just fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm just fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I've been broken so long
I even lost some pieces
Tossed them in my toy box
Then I locked and keyed it
Sounds like nonsense
Though it
Would stop the bleeding
Wish I never caught her eyes
Now I'm often heated
Don't ask me questions
I just snap back
To my adolescence
Acting reckless
Detached in seconds
Like an assassins weapon
There's no holding me back
Just overreactions
And drastic methods
Before i go back
To cold and just sad
I have to pass this message
I'm glad you're fascinated
With my past
It just has me aggravated
Bashing each bastards face in
That passes congratulations
Wasn't upset
Until you asked why I was mad
Now I have to face this
Tragic case
Relapse add to my wrath
And crack the cages
Releasing the beast
Leaving no peace in the streets
Fuck you!
Seen as obscene
Eager for people to leave
What's new?
This train of thought
Gets me enraged
Like Phineas Gage
Till it's easy for you to believe me
When I'm beginning to say
I'm fucked up
I'm just fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm just fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
The same as everyone else
Feeling distant
But hate that I'm chained to myself
I keep wishing
I just keep wishing
I
Wish for a life
Wish I would die
If I just tried
I'd probably just
Wish I survived
Sensitive guy
Inflicted with pride
And tension inside
Hearing whispers from knives
Itching for a wrist it could slice
I hate anxiety
And aching silently
This rage inside of me
Is ready to hell raise
With a 12 gauge
Playing hide and seek
Raise the sirens
A plague of violence
Just takes society
Displacing tyrants in blazing fires
Done waiting idly
I'm sick of the friendly approach
At the end of my rope,
Pretending to cope
Any fucking minute I'll blow
My brains out
On the same rout
As Kurt Cobain now
Right before the bang sound
You heard me say loud
I'm fucked up
I'm just fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm just fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I've been broken so long
I even lost some pieces
Tossed them in my toy box
Then I locked and keyed it
Sounds like nonsense
Though it
Would stop the bleeding
Wish I never caught her eyes
Now I'm often heated
Don't ask me questions
I just snap back
To my adolescence
Acting reckless
Detached in seconds
Like an assassins weapon
There's no holding me back
Just overreactions
And drastic methods
Before i go back
To cold and just sad
I have to pass this message
I'm glad you're fascinated
With my past
It just has me aggravated
Bashing each bastards face in
That passes congratulations
Wasn't upset
Until you asked why I was mad
Now I have to face this
Tragic case
Relapse add to my wrath
And crack the cages
Releasing the beast
Leaving no peace in the streets
Fuck you!
Seen as obscene
Eager for people to leave
What's new?
This train of thought
Gets me enraged
Like Phineas Gage
Till it's easy for you to believe me
When I'm beginning to say
I'm fucked up
I'm just fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm just fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
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Writer(s): Kevin Lockard
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