Lost Child

(albüm: A Man Rose From The Dead - 2020)

Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer
Hahahahahaha
(How much you expect me to take? Yeah)
(Give a fuck what's at stake, fuck)
(I don't want none of it, no)
(I'm just so numb to it, yeah)

Re-up on my death wish, yeah (On my death wish)
Back to my habits, yeah (To my habits)
Can you reach out to me? Yeah (Can you reach out to me?)
Lost all my reasoning, problems keep deepening
I'm coming unhinged, yeah
Neck broke from my own lynch
Bled out from a cut wrist
Heart broke from a dumb bitch
Life just straight shit

How much you expect me to take? Yeah
Give a fuck what's at stake, fuck
I don't want none of it, no, no
I'm just so numb to it, yeah, yeah

I been getting high and I can't stop (Can't stop)
Lost count of the pills that I popped
Lost count of my friends that done dropped, ayy
Feeling like I'm an item, I'm a prop, ayy
Singing sad songs, sad songs, I don't have long
At home, all alone, I'm not picking up my phone
Shadows in my room all haunt me
If you find me dead, I'm sorry
Stuck in a place where I wanna die, wanna live
Guns in my crib, right now, not a good idea
Shadows in the room, I just wanna smile
Just wanna feel good 'cause it's been a while

How much you expect me to take? Yeah
Give a fuck what's at stake, fuck
I don't want none of it, no, no
I'm just so numb to it, yeah, yeah
How much you expect me to take? Yeah
Give a fuck what's at stake, fuck
I don't want none of it, no, no
I'm just so numb to it, yeah, yeah