what will we have to do

You can try to run away, you know that you can't escape You can try to run away, you know that you can't escape You can try to run away, you know that you can't escape You can try to run whore, you know that you're done for My musics hated by the old, I don't care what I'm told I don't give a f*ck if my music really sucks I don't even make a buck, I could fucking care less There's other things on my mind, like contemplating suicide I know you'd like to see me die, I think it's the right time I gotta do this right now This is just in my head at the fucking wrong time Da-da-da