Lost.

(October)
(So filled with malice)
(Hands tied looking back)
(Yeah trying to balance)
(Everything in mind)
(Lacking but I gotta be a man)
(Always end up fucking up)
(I ain't like them)
(Ay yeah)

So filled with malice
Hands tied looking back
Yeah trying to balance
Everything in mind
Lacking but I gotta be a man
Always end up fucking up
I ain't like them
No I don't wanna pour up a cup
So they'll
Forget my face my name
I'll fucking phase away
I'm down in otherworld
Waiting on a rainy day (ay)
I wanna feel okay
I feel my skin decay
But my soul is lost
Holes in the breast
Burned iron denies fate
Move slow when I step ten
I cannot break
Cause when I bust em and left em to die
Graceful

I realised that not burning em slow was a mistake
So I don't got many friends in this world
Always got my head in a whirlwind
2 eyes over shoulder and if I'ma die great
I must continue marching this sword
And this bloody campaign I'll forward it
After all the throne has been lined with my name
So I'll take it
Endless loop
In a marsh of my own angst
It'll drown me soon
And I'll be -
So filled with malice
Hands tied looking back
Yeah trying to balance
Everything in mind
Lacking but I gotta be a man
Always end up fucking up
I ain't like them
No I don't wanna pour up a cup

So they'll
Forget my face my name
I'll fucking phase away
I'm down in otherworld
Waiting on a rainy day (ay)
I wanna feel okay
I feel my skin decay
But my soul is lost
Too many eyes on me daily
And that's just while I'm an alien
To the world that I'm paying
To fuck me over again
Working hard but a wage
Ain't what I want not afraid
I gotta get out of this place
I'm lacerated
(Yeah) drugs come with the fame

Don't fucking want any of that
Stressing enough in my wake
I gotta fucking relax
Time will stand still
If I lay here and slack
Hate won't prevail
Trying to make it back
(In a marsh of my own angst)
(It'll drown me soon)
(And I'll be -)
So filled with malice
Hands tied looking back
Yeah trying to balance
Everything in mind
Lacking but I gotta be a man
Always end up fucking up
I ain't like them
No I don't wanna pour up a cup
So they'll
Forget my face my name
I'll fucking phase away
I'm down in otherworld
Waiting on a rainy day (ay)
I wanna feel okay
I feel my skin decay
But my soul is lost
(You made me happy)