Force-Feed

I believe that a horrible death will compensate for my wasted breaths
I have sinned beyond forgiveness my pathetic excuse for this damaged mind
I am an infected slut half human half American mutt
My mind is fried from a massive intake of psychoactive drugs
Looking back I admit it was fun
But I can't believe how fucking stupid I was
Everything I dreamed could now be a miracle
Everything I think can not be conveyed
I have forsaken everything that is sacred to me
Meltdown my crispy little soul
I'm incapable of feeling love and happiness and all that good shit
I'm obsessed with death pain and gore
The ugliness that makes me horseshit
Nothing personal I just don't know myself or what the fuck I've become
Nothing personal I'm just fucked up
I'm on a soul searching power trip now
Oh chaos conquered my brain
Force-feed me with silence shove hope down my throat
Oh what's left after going insane
Wash this watercolor portrait of me
Nothing personal I fucking hate you
Don't think you're special cuz I fucking hate everyone
Nothing personal I fucking hate you
Don't fucking sit there put a bullet through my goddamn head.