Bradycardia is killing me slowly
Wish it could change but im not controlling
I feel nothing in my bones
Like I'm trying to figure shit out
And you can't have my soul
It's weed that rules and hash that owns
It's the smoke that crawls my lungs
My veins my brain within
And turns my soul into a playground
For eternal joy and sin
Feeling the rush coming slowly but steady
And feeling my soul being cleansed from insanity
Nothing in mind
My feelings are blind
Everything gets even less f*cking relevant
To the point where I don't care about anything
Maybe you should punch me in my chest right between heartbeats so I can go
(Its easy now)
As i slowly fall into place
I realize the damage that was done to me
The past can't be changed the world has come clear
As nations hear my eternal misery
Of ending ones self out of pure self hatred
But the effect hits so good this stuff mimics me
While i sit back, while i sit back
While i sit back and watch me melt down in a fire storm
The fuel is fresh from a plastic bag that i got back from a weird looking guy That once told me it wouldn't be that bad
It wouldn't f*ck up my head
It would keep me intact
It would open my mind
It got open for hell (I hear the death bell)
Bradycardia is killing me slowly
Wish it could change but im not controlling