I don't care about your words enough to syphon out my brain.

I don't care enough at all, too dumb to think of anything.

So why digress when you can bet yourself, you'll end up all the same.

And I wont care about the bullshit anyway.

Oh well never mind.

Hellbent, sold out.

No brains, no doubt.

I'm a wreck I'm a mess, but I long to care less somehow.

Care less somehow.

You speak so tough, when calling my bluff.

Im stuck with these thoughts screaming in my head.

When it gets rough, its takes so much.

I quite like keeping up with my ever-present urge to blow the whole thing up.

Hellbent, sold out.

No brains, no doubt.

I'm a wreck I'm a mess, but I long to care less somehow.

Care less somehow.