[Backxwash]
My mind´s stuck in a torture chamber, it´s locked and dangered
Coats and hangers, ropes that dangle for all to witness

When I was young I never thought I would call it quits and
And now I´m old and I want it all, so lord forgive me

It takes my back to my little helium tank
I bought the shit and I laughed motion sickness from gas
I´m coughing blotchy almost drop my knees to the bath
Puking blood all the way from North Rhodesia and back and I

I should have left a note
Cause if life is what you make of it I´m going for the do or die approach
I just took some fireball with some shit that I don´t know

Should have took some tylenol and maybe supersized it all
Maybe then I would feel something
Look in the mirror, it´s telling me I should kill something
So in the midst, how I can´t handle how I´m feeling
Try to jump, but I always land by hanging from a ceiling

And my therapist told me try happy thoughts in the midst of it
So I did it with alcohol and some pill poppin´
It´s the life of the vagabond, when shit doesn´t matter y´all
Trying some Adderall I don´t feel nothing

In the silence, hear the screams of the banshee

Hear the demons that haunt, that puppeteer in my thoughts
The Cavalier in my conscience, rides on a Pale Horse
Don´t know what to do but just stay woke
So fuck ‘em