Invertebrate
Awaken from this dreary state
Trying to collect these past few weeks
Where nothing seems to go my way
(Where nothing seems to go my way)
Lost in the simple complication of things
I fold, I crumble, and drop to my knees
Only to catch a glimpse of a life so bleak
So now I fester in a pool of remorse
To see how far my life has gone off course
I guess I'll need help from a mental nurse
Before I'm carried out in the back of a hearse
Coming so close to purity
To rid my life of this putridity
Then once again these demeaning thoughts
(These are demeaning thoughts)
Are back in my head
Oppressing and decreasing my morale
Seeking refuge in empty bottles
And clouding my goals in smoke
(And clouding my goals in smoke)
Is this all I really have to my name?
Is being so fucked up I don't remember the days
And all my friends start to fade away
Something has to change
Something has got to fucking change
I'm not trying to push the blame
But it's in my genes, even on both sides of the family
A whole faction of junkies and fakes
I guess I'm tired of all this shit piled up on my plate
Just an invertebrate
So I guess I'll just put a fucking slug into my face
Slug into my face
Trying to collect these past few weeks
Where nothing seems to go my way
(Where nothing seems to go my way)
Lost in the simple complication of things
I fold, I crumble, and drop to my knees
Only to catch a glimpse of a life so bleak
So now I fester in a pool of remorse
To see how far my life has gone off course
I guess I'll need help from a mental nurse
Before I'm carried out in the back of a hearse
Coming so close to purity
To rid my life of this putridity
Then once again these demeaning thoughts
(These are demeaning thoughts)
Are back in my head
Oppressing and decreasing my morale
Seeking refuge in empty bottles
And clouding my goals in smoke
(And clouding my goals in smoke)
Is this all I really have to my name?
Is being so fucked up I don't remember the days
And all my friends start to fade away
Something has to change
Something has got to fucking change
I'm not trying to push the blame
But it's in my genes, even on both sides of the family
A whole faction of junkies and fakes
I guess I'm tired of all this shit piled up on my plate
Just an invertebrate
So I guess I'll just put a fucking slug into my face
Slug into my face
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Writer(s): Andrew Thomas Baena
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