Let's just do the same thing

Always play the same game

Make some joy from this pain

Scream until our ears ring

Let's celebrate the dead brain

We all know who is to blame

Every day, I think I'm going insane

Just holding on to this chain

Drinking it down, this bright happy future

I'm looking forward to seeing what's in store

Grasping my hands around my brain tumor

And squeezing until my thoughts leak out of the pores

Are you satisfied with that answer?

Does it check every box off the list?

Does it make you believe I'm better than any other stupid bitch?

I been reduced to misspelled words

Would fucking pro tools make me sick?

Well this is what you get

Don't act surprised

I'll do it in front of your eyes

Why don't you diagnose this?

Bitch

Diagnose this

Put a label on this

Put a name on this

Put a genre on this

Put a filter on this

No

This is what you get