I've died a lot before
Been dying all along
Been walking down the road
Of self destruction
Wish I was on another timeline
To resurrect my emotions
There's no room for new friends
I get money instead
Done with, I'm stacking bread
But it's not enough yet
Said there's no room for new friends
I get money instead
Done with, I'm stacking bread
But it's not enough yet
In a room full of masked figures
Mentally I'm so disfigured
I cannot imagine what's it like to be you
Walking around like you got something I need
This will probably get scary
Die die die die
I hope that you die
Die die die die
I hope that you die