Laundry Day

It's too much to handle right now But i've been on this road to self destruction I wish there was an out I'm out of here by now steer clear of every thought that you don't know is what they say Figure it out when you're on your way Don't go out to play with satan's children it's laundry day You can't come out three rocks off the table gotta bounce A few around three bullets through your skull kid that's what you'll go without They bring us up as sinners and they want us all to preach I didn't have an out at all They bring us up as sinners and they want us all to preach I didn't have an out at all Can't we go out get sober this time? I'm high on victimization and sublime poetry There's thoughts I want to optimize to a certain level of debris They bring us up as sinners and they want us all to preach I didn't have an out at all They bring us up as sinners and they want us all to preach I didn't have an out at all