Train Wreck

My mental state's a fucking train wreck I'm, socially a blind disabled handicapped Climbing Over the wall that separates my fears And into the water for the end is here I'm a social disease Call me anti-society It's not a confession When you're lying twenty four seven Bite the fingers that feed All the secrets I keep Deep inside my mind They're playing tricks on me I hate the air that I breath And the stench on my sweater I hate the cold winter breeze And the dead fucking weather The road to hell is paved in white and good intentions I'll say my grace before they lock the gates to heaven Forget the world that I tried so hard to protect And leave my mind in the gutter Cause it's a Train Wreck My mental state's a celebration But the kind That leaves you screaming in the basement For all the time I tried to be a little patient It left my mind Like broken vessels On the pavements I I hate the air that I breath And the stench on my sweater I hate the cold winter breeze And the dead fucking weather The road to hell is paved in white and good intentions I'll say my grace before they lock the gates to heaven Forget the world that I tried so hard to protect And leave my mind in the gutter Cause it's a Train Wreck