Demonic Depression

You got demonic depression

You got demonic defeated

With your own kind of pressure

Sad and about to derail

Striving for success without hard work is

Is like trying to harvest where you haven't planted

Amplified with anger

Self-inflected by fear

A darker room, you may enter

They will call it the end

Corridors in ruins, are they real or not?

Walking in a slumber, fever, dread, and cold

They call it the deep end of the water line

Whatever it means

But I feel like you're losing out on life

Don't call it the end 'cause I know

You'll be good for a second go

Wombic cries of temper

Sing along in the deep

Forgive me, Father, I pissed on

Your crucifix without sin

Dancing with the tyrants, dirty, rotten filth

Pool the breaks of horror, time to love yourself

They call it the deep end of the water line

Whatever it means

But I feel like you're losing out on life

Don't call it the end

'Cause you need to open up your mind

Whatever it takes

'Cause I feel like you're losing out on life

Don't call it the end 'cause I know

You'll be good for a second go

They call it the deep end of the water line

Whatever it means

But I feel like you're losing out on life

Don't call it the end

'Cause you need to open up your mind

Whatever it takes

'Cause I feel like you're losing out on life

Don't call it the end 'cause I know

You'll be good for a second go