Feel the temperature slip
Guess I'm still stuck in this shit
Fuel the narcotic delusion just to cope with it
But by the time I come clean
I've destroyed everything
And so the cycle repeats
Just leave me dead in these sheets

Crawling on all fours
Scratching at fucking doors
As my head hits the wall
Dissecting my thoughts
Crawling on all fours
Scratching at fucking doors
My head hits the wall
And I find comfort in the slow death

Feel the temperature slip
And I'm still stuck in the shit
My own narcotic delusion
Left me to rot in the bliss
But by the time I came clean
There wasn't a fucking thing
Cut off the heads that defiled me

Wiping spew from my face
Another night showcased as a fucking disgrace
A desperate search for embrace
But you stripped me of my identity and spat in its place

Crawling on all fours
Scratching at fucking doors
My head hits the wall
Purified of thought

All ears were deaf to my cries
My beaten ego in the gutter with my head in the skies
What a waste of a life, I'm glad to finally die
Watch the life leave my eyes
And so, the trauma subsides

Leave me be, misery

Fuck me, bag me, waste me
And leave me here to rot in my own agony