Bad Taste (feat. Sepha.)

There's something creeping down my bones

I think it's you 'cause you're the only who makes this your home

I don't wanna know where you are

You're drowning in my thoughts, but I think that I know I'm alone

I know I'm something that you discard

Just like my father, I was never fucking worth it in the end

My skin's peeling off my fingertips

I think I've had enough, I know that you wish I was dead

Twinkle little star

How could I ever reach this far?

Won't you cut me up?

Break me down and say I'm all yours

Manic depressed in the brain, I'm fucked anyway

Can't live a day without thinking I'm insane

These walls are breathing all again

I see these faces laugh in the end

At me and I think it's all pretend

But deep down they know they're alive inside me

Breathing, changing, morphing me into something I hate

I can't take it anymore, man

I wanna say that I'm okay, but I'm not

I'm breaking down on the daily

Shaking every day, I feel like I've lost

It's okay, it's okay, I never mattered anyway

Just a fuck-up in high school, lost where I wanted to be

Lost what I wanted to see 'cause of you

Family petitions to get admission into mental hospitals I hate

'Cause they don't wanna see me anymore

They can't deal with this manic state

Waking up in my bed alone

Waking up all again, it's shown

That I have no faith in you

I don't have faith in my own soul

Where I do go in this journey?

Where do I turn when the path just always ends

With you and me facing each other turning pages, I can't mend?

All these scars they're shown deep down in my skin

I feel like I've lost again

There's something creeping down my bones

I think it's you 'cause you're the only who makes this your home

I don't wanna know where you are

You're drowning in my thoughts, but I think that I know I'm alone

I know I'm something that you discard

Just like my father, I was never fucking worth it in the end

My skin's peeling off my fingertips

I think I've had enough, I know that you wish I was dead

Another 9 to the 5

Another break to the bottle

Break my pride and throttled

From the dust of the drab

I'm living for someone else

I'm living someone else's struggle

Head gains weight and strains

I'll take a flight from my brain

Medicate, play your game

Well, talk buys time in murder

Escape you, then I'll serve ya

Night sky beats like a war drum

It beats my ears in demon hums

It treats my deer to forest scum

Consumed by willing forces

Participate in clauses

Alarm beats 20 times

Out of speak, out of rhyme

Wake up, get to fuck

Another day, another grind

Alarm beats 20 times

Out of speak, out of rhyme

Wake up, get to fuck

Another day, another grind

Fuck

There's something creeping down my bones

I think it's you 'cause you're the only who makes this your home

I don't wanna know where you are

You're drowning in my thoughts, but I think that I know I'm alone

I know I'm something that you discard

Just like my father, I was never fucking worth it in the end

My skin's peeling off my fingertips

I think I've had enough, I know that you wish I was dead