Sick and twisted existential fiction,
I said "How am I gonna get through life like this?"
Head-bobs noddin' in and out of-a the body,
yet I'm not about Klonopin or heroin
Fix that twitch, it makes me fiddle like a schizophrenic,
how am I gonna get through my life like this?
Neurotic and catatonic, idiotic, not enough
psychoticism to corroborate the sin
Take me towards the light
When it leaves my eyes
Give me a sec to catch my dying breath
Forgive me if I cross the flatline
From the cradle to the casket, hopе it's not too much to ask to come kill me
N.C.
Six-feet deep from six-foot-tall, don't bother, give it some, or lose it all
Please come kill me, kill me if you can