Flying Nimbus

Talk about demons in your head No one gives a f*ck about you, right until you end up dead Talk about the fist between your legs It's what the therapist would say to me when I was younger filled with rage Talk about my fucking hollowed heart It's the aftermath of all this pain, I should've said this from the start Tell me what this life could've brought Besides dead people, scars, loneliness, I'll name em all Day one, my dad was murdered, ran the f*ck over Year seven my mom was murdered stabbed fourty times The person that did it was dear old stepdad, he slit his throat, do I How the f*ck am I supposed to act Like I give a f*ck or should, like ever, scratch that I can only fucking care so much So if you're sensitive you're fucked That sucks cuz so am I Talk about demons in your head No one gives a f*ck about you, right until you end up dead Talk about the fist between your legs It's what the therapist would say to me when I was younger filled with rage Talk about my fucking hollowed heart It's the aftermath of all this pain, I should've said this from the start Tell me what this life could've brought Besides dead people, scars, loneliness, I'll name em all