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Whiskiegh Couke
by Dead Slow
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It's started again, my mind talks to me
But won't tell me what it wants to be
Drowning in my thoughts without the chance to breathe
I need a break, grant me clemency
This is relentless, my mind won't stop
I keep screaming enough is enough
I can't tell one voice from another
One by one trying to pull me under
My muse is my misery
My self loathing got carried away
My mind is racing, racing all the time
It's taking a hold of my God damn life
I need some respite, grant me some relief
My head is pounding and I've lost the will to speak
The same thoughts always on repeat
Hopeless and regressive, all I crave is sleep
I'm supposed to be grateful to be alive
So why do I obsess about the day I'll die
My muse is my misery
My self loathing got carried away
A tunnel of darkness awaits
No guiding light or faith
The trick of the trade is to let death in
Then you'll be saved and find peace within
It's started again, my mind talks to me
But won't tell me what it wants to be
Drowning in my thoughts without the chance to breathe
I need a break, grant me clemency
This is relentless, my mind won't stop
I keep screaming enough is enough
I can't tell one voice from another
One by one trying to pull me under
My muse is my misery
My self loathing got carried away
My mind is racing, racing all the time
It's taking a hold of my God damn life
I need some respite, grant me some relief
My head is pounding and I've lost the will to speak
The same thoughts always on repeat
Hopeless and regressive, all I crave is sleep
I'm supposed to be grateful to be alive
So why do I obsess about the day I'll die
My muse is my misery
My self loathing got carried away
A tunnel of darkness awaits
No guiding light or faith
The trick of the trade is to let death in
Then you'll be saved and find peace within
