Prada Coffin

(albüm: Spectrum - 2017)

Lost inside my thoughts I just might hit the fucking bottom
Ain't got hope left in my heart I just might hit the fuckin bottle
It's just me and all I got is me
That is all I need in the middle of the bed I see the reaper in my dreams
Every day is a God damn struggle
Fuck it
Anything to help me?
Nothing. Nothing
Tossing and turning my stomach is churning
I call out to God but I'm better off burning
I wish I could end it
I wish I could end it
I'm hanging on by a thread let's not pretend that I'm fine
Nah
I'm losing my God damn mind
Yeah
I'm losing my God damn mind

Can't run from it
Can't escape it
Everyday's a waste
If I don't make it out alive
I hope you know I fucking tried
Look at my eyes
At my eyes
Feelin like a ghost in the middle of the night
Darkened skies
Darkened times
Okay now can I feel alright
NO
The witches call my name they try to lead me to the fire
Hear their whispers moon has risen
Overlooks the crooked spires
Oh so dark in the city
Walk around I'm dizzy
Paranoid with every step I take
Tried to gun it from the snakes
Got a dark soul with a pale face
And my nails drag through the mud
On my knees
DONE

So this is the part of my life
Every night
Edge of the knife
It feels like its going inside of my sides
My vision is stricken with different conditions
I'm scared to death of death
I don't wanna die
But I feel like everyday I'm getting closer to demise
I'm scared to close my eyes
Breathin deep
I'm three feet to the depths
Yeah I really need some rest
All this up and down
I really need to ease my chest
My heart sinks into a cold tomb
My room
More like a morgue
I can't take it anymore
Find me on the floor