All the anxiety
The PTSD
Give it to me
All for a country
That never gave a f*ck about me
Look in the mirror
And all you see
Is a broken version
Of the man I use to be
Living in insanity
Constantly
Battling
Stresses from a life that I chose to lead
Eleven a day
Lets add my f*cking name
The taste of sweet iron
Calls to me
Wasted years
Suicide
Calls to me
Hold me in
Your cold embrace
Tie a noose and kick the chair
Take one more step and feel the air
Pop another pill
In the end no one will ever f*cking care
Take a gun and pull the trigger
Dont let your mind ever linger
Let your own mind be your death briinger
Do not be afraid
A casket or a grave
You were worthless
Ever since you signed your name
Do not be afraid
Death is how youre saved
Youre just a number
Eleven is the game
All the anxiety
The PTSD
Give it to me
All for a country
That never gave a f*ck about me
Look in the mirror
And all you see
Is a broken version
Of the man I use to be
Living in insanity
Constantly
Battling
Stresses from a life that I chose to lead
Look into my eyes
Death brings
A joy that keeps me alive
Killiing
All my enemies
Fear me
We were the death bringers of
Society
Put the iron in my mouth
Pull the trigger before
I take my anger out
On those I care about
Let me reach eternal sleep
For I am just a man
Thats turned into a beast
I need blood for my final feast
Put my f*cking mind to ease
Death will bring my release