JUSTBREATH!

Yeah, f*ck, okay I'm stressed but nevertheless I protest by holding my breath And I'm loosing my consciousness and all sense When I ingest way too many X's and Z's Now I'm begging for help But I'm bagging again See Im a fucking good liar when I'm feeling depressed So I wear a bullet proof vest To protect the holes I've burned through my chest Rope burns on my neck Im hurt but no threat Like royal blood there's no sweat But there's blood on the bed Poison leaks through my head Drink the wine split the bread Powder shines, taste the led I survive but I'm bled Dry from my zen I'm alive or am I dead? I'm alive or am I dead? I'm alive or am I I'm a fucking artist, narcissist, arsonist, pacifist Heart of gold painted amethyst, half of it's passionate other half is damaged it's Acidic, arsenate, I'm my own pharmacist, parliament, activist, archivist Take part in this anarchist, masochist, I insist, I'm far to pissed to handle this I'm over it, I'm under bitch, lying snitch, make a wish Trust the witch's party tricks in hopes that it's a partial fix But you're far to sick so just laugh at it with colored spit, dig your pit, dive right in And just breath Just breath