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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dylan Hopkins
Dylan Hopkins
Akustische Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mike Alger
Mike Alger
Songwriter:in
Damian Nesbitt
Damian Nesbitt
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dylan Hopkins
Dylan Hopkins
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Skating home from a long day without any tape
That's probably what they mean when they say get a grip
Had a fallout and I've been scared to breathe ever since
Cuz everywhere I go in this place is toxic
I'm not hurting for attention like a slit wrist
My intentions are indifferent want proof? Here's this
These are my instructions for some stupid self destruction
I should make a list
First
Burn every single bridge
Isolate yourself til everyone forgets
Imma quit right there like I've done with everything else
If you couldn't tell that's a hint
Gone cuz the search hurts worse curse lurks like damn
Hickory Dickory dock
Uh
SkinnyMike ran up the clock
Picking the peas in the pot
Yeah
Turning the heat up a notch
Men don't even cope they just kill themselves
That's why 85 percent of my fans are guys who try to keep it bottled inside
Then one night
They either get violent and angry or violently depressed
Regardless it's violence nonetheless yeah
By keeping it repressed
It's so in the depths that they hate behind a screen and blame women for their low self esteem
Cycles til their death
It's suffocating truly
Couldn't take a breathe then they finally stop moving
They tell me to "man up" so I do it
But I'm suffocating slowly
They asking if RED is okay
They worried that some police tape
Gon be surrounding my place
It almost killed me killing suicide along with the hate
Breath in
Breath out
Cause nobody's safe
They should let me rot
Cold dead in a box
Suicidal thoughts
Got me feeling lost
Feeling like a white rabbit
The way that I watch the clock
Makes me wanna resort to violence
I swear the only way to cope is with killing
Either yourself or someone else
You end it all now you got a one ticket to Hell
Yeah there's no coming back
I been detached I thought the music would help
My health
My wealth
And all the years I didn't go to therapy to work on myself
It's getting home from a long day
When I'm losing it
Liver got some booze in it
Look into the mirror in my head I ask "who is this?"
Written by: Damian Nesbitt, Mike Alger
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