Pseudo-Suicide (feat. Glenn Holdaway & Rex Larkman)

The face of a father As he's mourning his daughter Like she's already long gone She listens, the sister While they're speaking in whispers And prays that they're all wrong So I'll present them with a montage Of our least polluted memories I'm bringing you fake roses So you know just what you mean to me You're absent from our pictures You were never really there I'm growing you an ulcer Just to show how much I care Why do I bother Why do I fucking care How can this be life I can't believe what's in my sight If I take one more step I think that I just might Taste the bullet or the knife Tie a rope to end the fight All that's left is just mess And I pray it's all a test Because this just can't be my real life Late at night I fantasize And visualize Incisions I'll never make Frozen with doubt Or classic Indecision Her world contracts The walls are closing in And she can't breathe He's losing his composure How much more before he leaves One last shot That'll hit the spot Begging my brain to make my heart stop Just one more minute Fingers crossed We're finished We had a good run But I'm done This is it I've reached my limit I'll present them with a montage Of our least polluted memories I'm bringing you fake roses So you'll know just what you mean to me You're absent from our pictures You were never really there I'm growing you an ulcer Just to show how much I care Why do I bother Why do I fucking care Why do I bother With a mannequin stare And two lungs void of air