With the slits upon my wrist, I can't manifest
A f*cking reason to live
My mind and body underwater
Cold water, that's my misery
My downfall isn't far to reach
f*ck it, it's in my face
Pain pain go away, come again another day
That how all you f*cking pussies seem to pray these f*cking days
I like to face my fears, straight on f*ck a coward
Skin numb, my tongue turn motherf*cking sour
f*cking misery my pain isn't meant be
That's how I see it, let it be
I'm a victim not an outcast to the source
No remorse for you
I'd be a child of god, if god was even real
Pray to who? Is whom gone pray to me?
Will he answer if I call again?
I've called ten times, but he ain't really one to be there
Is he even really there?
Is he, Is he, Is he, there?
God
Who the f*ck is God?
God, God, who the f*ck is God?