The Exit

Trapped in confusion Inside this illusion Negative thoughts Feelin like an intrusion Drowning in booze Till I reach a conclusion I'm toxic, abusive This life I ain't choose it Trapped in confusion Inside this illusion Negative thoughts Feelin like an intrusion Drowning in booze Till I reach a conclusion I'm toxic, abusive This life I ain't choose it I'm tired of feeling so worthless so Stupid I really go through it But you never knew it Suicide Thinking I might just pursue it Sometimes I wake up Say f*ck it I'll do it Anxiety ruthless Depression influences All of my movements All my excuses My problems A nuisance I don't wanna put you all through it But If I lose it Then sorry But screw it Assume what they want And they might call me foolish But I ain't really into believing no Bullshit Yeah it's my fault Best believe I'm the culprit For trusting my heart and getting it Broken Now feelings important I'm watching my organs Fall to the floor As they rip me in portions This is all an illusion It's not real It's not real Nothing is real Ha A breathing corpse Cuz they kill me inside I really be thinking they want me to Die F*ck around But don't you act so surprised Every day I am disguising the signs My will of this earth Been left in plain sight That is something You will not find My testament written No need for goodbyes I'm tired of competin' Man why do I try Everyday I have been ready to die Hunger games life Yeah that's deep in my mind Lemme raise my fingers up to the sky I say my peace fore' I leave you Behind The game doesn't need me I'm boutta retire The king almost done Running outta the fire I bring the smoke If you give me a lighter The flame is gone And my oxygen wired The patient is gone His condition was dire Covid-19 Be the death they conspire If you are woke Then they claim that you tired You speak your mind and they call You a liar Mental health treated as jokes I'm just being honest They tell you it's real But they speakin' demonic I'm tired of this world I just can't look beyond it Prayer hands ain't really been my fondness Sometimes I think that I'm godless Father forgive me I've lost all my conscience Nothing can save me Got my hands out my pockets Believers handin' their greens to the Crosses I cross my chest Use my soul as deposit Humanity fucked I'm Just speaking that logic Sorry mama if my wrists are a faucet I'm hurting inside And I don't know what caused it