Consumed by a feeling like possession or a curse Living or dying, which one’s worse? Kept on their beat through the chorus and the verse Life is just a stick up man pulling at your purse It’s another world in which you never immersed Kind of an attraction driving by in a hearse If ever was a choice where you put yourself first Life is no oasis some will die from the thirst Reason to live but for dying got a list Fists in the air when you cut that wrist Cut em up cut em up Up up up up up up Reason to live but for dying got a list Fists in the air when you cut that wrist Cut em up cut em up Up up up up up up X1 Operating vantage point no perspective Suddenly at death you’re getting reflective It feels like this insight is rather selective Caught a cold case now you’re playing detective Being obtuse just refuse to see the side At the the very least wanna go and run and hide Hole in your rationale 6 feet wide Turn the disdain away from the inside (now you) cus and you cus and you makin’ a fuss he Had to have known he’d be killing us Perfect little johnny who woulda’ thunk? Got himself a taste for the junk For the junk Junk junk junk junk junk junk X1 Easy way out and suffer no more Close garage door and lie on the floor Easy to clean if you see what I mean Take all that funk and pack it in the back in the trunk In the trunk Trunk trunk trunk trunk trunk trunk Consumed by a feeling like possession or a curse Living or dying, which one’s worse? Reason to live but for dying got a list Fists in the air when we’re cutting our wrists Cut em up cut em up Up up up up up up Reason to live but for dying got a list Fists in the air when we’re cutting our wrists Cut em up cut em up Up up up up up up After sample Saw all the signs just ignoring them His own wife and kids were just boring him Wasn’t taking meds he was storing them Now in hindsight they abhorring him Still you’re sitting on your hands and wail why and why Threaded the needle just to stick it in your eye Really hard to tell why a young one wanna die? One little caveat to see it got to try If over a coffin was the last time you kissed Make a list of every time you raised a fist and cut it up X3 Avoid what is real as you navigate and steer I’m saying this is now I’m saying this is here Like most my points probably you are missing them I’m not glorifying shit, I’m fucking listening

Bite your tongue and hesitate The goodness that you see is always innate Don’t blame it all on fate When you’re both the jailor and inmate You can cry that the deck is stacked, but when I touch you then you can’t touch me back cuz there are no touchbacks No touchbacks, no touchbacks You can’t find your place is this life just because you yelled shotgun no holiday in the sun Doesn’t even matter that you won (when) you could never play with us just for fun It wasn’t very fun We can not rotate and you are not the sun Find some solace knowing that it is over and done It wasn’t very fun It was no fun No one remembers who it was that won Shoot a toy gun, I said your dead, so you have to fall Rules getting lost in the midst of this all No one impartial to call I said freeze, not sleaze, didn’t pass you disease but despite your incessant pleas, you can’t touch me cuz I just touched you so you can’t touch me back No touch backs, no touch backs Stepped on your mother’s crack and now she has to smoke that smack because she can’t find a vein and none of this will kill the pain You can take your toys and go whore cuz I don’t wanna play this game anymore Waiting with some smart-ass quip And a pouting lip someone sunk your battle ship You’re a psycho not a sadist if you take no pleasure in the whip Never any carrot just a stick and everything you own has a poison tip It’s the sort of skill set one might hone growing up only known as the “kid playing sorry alone’Hear that loud and ringing tone? Go back to staring at your fucking phone I been called a fag a lot more than you so the foot isn’t on the other shoe Can’t disguise my apathy? well how about you? I said knock- knock, but you never said who’s there, never even tried to pretend to care, so don’t be taken aback when I say that you can’t touch me back, never even get a chance I’m not coming back, never coming back never coming back I just touched you but you can touch me cuz I’m never coming back Isn’t it whack? Proving I didn’t take your ball doesn’t put your back against the wall it’s only a chance to marvel that you so so so sosmall Ever so small, You can go play with your ball alone You cannot atone Can never be shown Kinda’ perverse that I’m the type who prefers to die alone it’s a fucked-up game of telephone, what did he say? just the other day? red rover red rover this is the worst sleep over I’m always game over, it’s not 2 player when I’m always dead, and you’re the one they touch when you’re first to bed, shame is a game that you play when you’re too tame to call it by name didn’t bite your tongue or hesitate the goodness you missed was all innate, blamed it all on fate don’t need a reward to choke down that pill simply do it cuz no one else will no one else will do it cuz no one else will Nothing left to kill, Nothing left to kill no one reads a will, ‘til the bodies lying still Miss your final chance to cry over a spill. Nothing left to kill Nothing left to kill Nothing left to kill Nothing left to kill I touched you now hold still