S T A T I C
My chest is filled with static
My head is filled with panic
My whole fucking life feels tragic
Another one I love an addict
My chest is filled with static
My head is filled with panic
My whole fucking life feels tragic
Another one I love an addict
If addiction were a person I'd put his family in some hearses
And make sure he can't avert his eyes
From their curdled cries
And his words don't got a purpose when I turn the knife
He speaks some worthless verses tryina search the skies
For a god but I invert his spine
Look what you've done to my mother my father my cousins my brother's
I hate u I hope that u smother
I'll cut until I can see what is under
Moma told me that she'd always be there for me
Mamma told me that she'd never give up on me
Then she took the pills when I couldn't see
Found the bottle on the floor left out empty
Told me she was trying to leave the family
Daddy told me that my anger was evil
It's the devil watching me like an eagle
Then I saw him rage at people
For mistakes that weren't deceitful
Only knew love as a ploy to get drugs
Always viewed trust as one of my lungs
Don't give that shit to nobody
Only knew love as a ploy to get drugs
Always viewed trust as one of my lungs
Don't give that shit to nobody
Only knew love as a ploy to get drugs
Always viewed trust as one of my lungs
Don't give that shit to nobody
My chest is filled with static
My head is filled with panic
My whole fucking life feels tragic
Another one I love an addict
My chest is filled with static
My head is filled with panic
My whole fucking life feels tragic
Another one I love an addict
The mirror keeps breaking, I can't see my face
Earth keeps on quaking, I can't hold my weight
I think that they saw it
When I lost it
And I shoved it deep down inside the closet
And My eyes turn into faucets
I can't think straight
I'm in in disarray
In disarray
In disarray
Speach from Jens Pulver
My head is filled with panic
My whole fucking life feels tragic
Another one I love an addict
My chest is filled with static
My head is filled with panic
My whole fucking life feels tragic
Another one I love an addict
If addiction were a person I'd put his family in some hearses
And make sure he can't avert his eyes
From their curdled cries
And his words don't got a purpose when I turn the knife
He speaks some worthless verses tryina search the skies
For a god but I invert his spine
Look what you've done to my mother my father my cousins my brother's
I hate u I hope that u smother
I'll cut until I can see what is under
Moma told me that she'd always be there for me
Mamma told me that she'd never give up on me
Then she took the pills when I couldn't see
Found the bottle on the floor left out empty
Told me she was trying to leave the family
Daddy told me that my anger was evil
It's the devil watching me like an eagle
Then I saw him rage at people
For mistakes that weren't deceitful
Only knew love as a ploy to get drugs
Always viewed trust as one of my lungs
Don't give that shit to nobody
Only knew love as a ploy to get drugs
Always viewed trust as one of my lungs
Don't give that shit to nobody
Only knew love as a ploy to get drugs
Always viewed trust as one of my lungs
Don't give that shit to nobody
My chest is filled with static
My head is filled with panic
My whole fucking life feels tragic
Another one I love an addict
My chest is filled with static
My head is filled with panic
My whole fucking life feels tragic
Another one I love an addict
The mirror keeps breaking, I can't see my face
Earth keeps on quaking, I can't hold my weight
I think that they saw it
When I lost it
And I shoved it deep down inside the closet
And My eyes turn into faucets
I can't think straight
I'm in in disarray
In disarray
In disarray
Speach from Jens Pulver
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Writer(s): Afton Izatt
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