Force-feed

I believe that a horrible death Will compensate for my wasted breaths I have sinned beyond forgiveness My pathetic excuse for this damaged mind I am an infected slut Half-human, half-American mutt My mind is fried from a massive intake Of psychoactive drugs Looking back, I admit it was fun But I can't believe how fucking stupid I was Everything I dreamed could now be a miracle Everything I think cannot be conveyed I have forsaken everything that is sacred to me Meltdown My crispy little soul I'm incapable of feeling love And happiness and all that good shit I'm obsessed with death, pain, and porn The ugliness that makes me horseshit Nothing personal, I just don't know myself Or what the fuck I've become Nothing personal, I'm just fucked up I'm on a soul-searching powertrip now Oh, chaos conquered my brain Force-feed me with silence Shove hope down my throat Oh, what's left after going insane Wash this watercolor portrait of me Nothing personal, I fucking hate you Don't think you're special 'Cause I fucking hate everyone Nothing personal, I fucking hate you Don't fuckin' sit there Put a bullet through my goddamn head