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lyrics
Testament of Hopelessness
Because you can smile all you want
Eat all you can reach
Drink away your sorrows
Take all the drugs they’ve got
Fuck bitches as you please
But it won’t make you happy
And don’t feel sorry for yourself
Because we’re all miserable pricks
If you choose to be
Verse 1
Do it! When in doubt, end it NOW! -BLAM-
That’s what I’m talking about
Bullets locked in, glock is cocked then
Pull it when it’s in your mouth
I think I may just -BLAM-
I think I’m anxious to rid my anxiety hey, by the way
If we all die the same, why the wait?
My life, I’ve not made, is it mine to take so violently?
Still, I don’t like when they take my life in their
Own hands, choking tightly joking lightly
You’ve got answers to my debate? Don’t lie to me
Tell me “life is great” but I can’t shake
The feeling see, I’m a flake, a phony
A stranger, so lonely in my villainy I betray my soul solely
So slowly, so only one thing to do left now
For surely I’ve let me down -BLAM-
What’s with all the hesitation?
Barter life with Satan for the proper medication
Yeah, I might as well -BLAM-
Embrace death since life is hell
I can tell you I want something, but not what’s deprived entails
Something’s lost in my entrails, I wear smiles, inside’s a shell
In grief, but grinning, a pretty penny bank with
Not a penny in me when empty and naked
Please, could you lend me a blanket?
Not on me, where the void is
Who cares? It’s pointless
The thing about paranoia is
Nothing nowhere avoids its
Grasp, with all the blaring voices
Funny you ask “Where my choices?”
You’re running out of options
I’m ill, rotten if there’s a pill popping
Alternative, I’ll turn to it
Still talking? Now is your chance while there’ a deal knocking
-BLAM- I feel gnawing in the deepest part of me
Right where a heart should be
Dilly-dally dawdling life away – It’s got to be -BLAM-
Think God will see the poo that we’ve been through?
Shiiiiiit, Think God loves me and you no matter what we do?
Not that I dispute, but stick to that philosophy
I’m at odds with the fact soap slips when grabbed, easier the harder squeezed
Synonymous to all of these questions lo and behold
They call it depression so get the straight jacket straight
Tape me in masking tape, I’m a crazed basket case
Who knows a thing or two, because a basket makes
A poor container for water it’s a brainer
So it’s vain to pour, Not a drop will stay in broken china
You’re hoping trying to get where faster?
Climbing the stair master? O MY GOSH! -BLAM-
I’m a box covered in its locks I’ve been a blotch
On this earth since birth so I’m sending shots
Through my head – SOMEBODY FLAG THE COPS! -BLAM-
I’m at a loss, a loss of words which
Describes my condition – the loss of purpose
Which the symptom of hopelessness emerges
Are you going to do it?
Or are you all talk?
One day I might just -BLAM-
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