Tombstone

People always say we have a cross to bear But fuck no, it feels like a tombstone But fuck no, it feels like a tombstone People always say we have a cross to bear But fuck no it feels like a motherfucking tombstone I got this feeling I got the pain Take a seat on this throne turns out, it's your tombstone Badly thought out eulogy in pure gold It means nothing to me Still I'm ill at ease Still I'm ill at ease I was my own grave digger Always questioning Mind weakening Why didn't I pull the trigger My life is affected It was everything but calm and collected But calm and collected My life is affected But calm and collected My life is infected People always say we have a cross to bear But fuck no, it feels like a tombstone But fuck no, it feels like a tombstone People always say we have a cross to bear But fuck no, it feels like a motherfucking tombstone Feels like a hole in my head Nothing left but regret No salvation, just self-annihilation Feels like a hole in my head Nothing left but regret Please feed my soul to the undead Please feed my soul to the undead