Cuts Video (MV)

When does it stop, cuts on the forearm
One to many shots, pull the trigger on the firearm
Bitch, i might keep my distance
Suicide, is the way, i life my sentence

There is something wrong with my brain
Got no feeling i might go insane, i need some
Change, motherf*cker i need some change
Smoke some weed, put my brain in a daze

Paranoia hitting, like the front of a truck
Can't tell if they are my friends or opps
Mind occupied by the ones i've loved
They can't tell that my mind is f*cked

Still can't tell that my mind is f*cked, every
Cause towards helping me is f*cking lost
(Sy) suicide is the cost
Helping me ascend to a new f*cking god

I don't even know what to say about this shit
All my demons let em roam, gonna end up in a ditch

Do. you. want. to know, how it feels being left alone, disappear
Out in the cold, this is how it f*cking goes
Duo dance with a razor blade no time left, one cut to decide my fade
Ending it all, came up with a million ways, life just don't feel the same

I don't want analogies, stop with the apologies
Stop yappin, like that, before i make you bleed
Right hand punch make you not see the light again
Jaw broken, shake that core, he won't fight again

Motherf*cker i will go the distance, hit that
F*cking head of yours with persistance
Only thing you won't do is listen
Dig your f*cking grave, no permission