98 Mute – Painkiller

Insecurity- this time it’s got the best of me.

Apathy- this time I think it’s killing me.

Try to scream- but I can’t make any noise.

Try to breathe- but the breath has lost my voice.

There has got to be a better way.

Some way to get rid of this fucking pain.

Is my future in a razor blade?

Sometimes suicide isn’t so insane.

Bad memories- so I drink to forget.

But you see- all I lose is self respect.

No control- no more goals and no more aim.

Blackened soul- everyday it feels the same.

Can’t face the boredom that everyday brings.

I’m feeling guilty for an uncommitted crime.

Left dangling from a puppeteer’s strings.

My body’s free but my mind is doing time.

Suicide- everyday a soul is lost.

Justified- I think I’ll carry my own cross.

Bedside note- sory mother if you cry.

But life’s a joke- so I think today, I’ll just lay down and die.