Don’t stand next to me
I have a madman to contend to
He lies and cheats and steals
Through his eyes it’s better not to feel
Hey you don’t bring that shit on me
I know what the fuck you mean
The sores the blood the anxiety
It keeps the cycle of insanity
I’m a reflection of pain
The more self torture the more I gain
The constant complaint with me
The shit, the hate, the things I see
You’ll see
You’ll see
That I need
To be free
When I’m dead they’ll have nothing good to say
Should’ve been locked, confined, put away
Tortured
Tortured
You’ll see
You’ll see
That I need
To be free
Hey you don’t bring that shit on me
I know what the fuck you mean
The sores the blood the anxiety
It keeps the cycle of insanity
You’ll see
You’ll see
That I need
To be free