The Brave & the Broken
All I want for Christmas is euthanasia But I'll settle for a slit wrist, noose or razor Yeah death is on my wishlist, the devil's got a hitlist And god is such a dimwit he'll offer up the kid quick Long as others live, shit... Ain't I got a say in it Made my bed and laid in it, a coma if you will But still woke up awful ill With those same old morbid chillin' thoughts Like villains oughta win at a killin' sport, concealed my thoughts Inside this living corpse whose only animate side Exists to save my zombie brain from being cannibalised Plan to survive but my plan B is die If that axe in my mind gets too graphic at night And the weight of my regrets is too great to try and exercise these demons So intent on staying alive at the expense of my own breathing Nowhere left to hide, the season's change has rearranged my feelings Now I'm feeble shaken weakened And can't even place the reason why I feel I have a need to die and take my place beneath the sky But when I see their faces deep in mind And see them break believe I cry Weep and shake and wheeze till my Spirit aches to breathe inside Then again it already did... even back when I was a kid The heart that never counted, then depression found my manic soul Forced it down the rabbit hole, taught it not to have a goal Other than a happy whole which sometimes felt achievable In fact the only reason that I'm even breathing still Is that little dream they killed or tried their very best to... Then they said their hail mary's and bless yous But I know it's farce like noah's ark Got nothing to confess to Other than being too kind for my own good Too good for my own kind Too quick to believe in that little fairy tale called mind Forget happily ever afters, please I'd be happy with severed arteries In a state of pure bliss as I bled out Still a step up if I head south Cause hell's got a place for my head now And it can't be much worse in the dead ground And yo I'm on the saddest path, yeah best believe That I done put the tragic in trajectory Thinkin' back, all the times that I've tried to escape my mind What they call suicidal I call the daily grind What they call suicidal I call the daily grind What they call suicidal I call the daily grind What they call suicidal I call the daily grind They call suicidal, I call the daily grind They call suicidal, I call the daily grind They call suicidal, I call the daily grind They call suicidal, I call the motherfuckin' daily grind Judge me... I do not even know who I am anymore I do not even hold onto hope anymore I do not even know who I am anymore Not that I ever did...
Written by: Mark Clancy
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