Well what am I supposed to do now?
I've lost everything and I can't tell how
I've had too much smoke clouding my head
Well f*ck forgiveness I'll just hate instead
And I gotta get out of here
I gotta get out of here
I gotta (I gotta)
I gotta (I gotta)
I gotta (I gotta)
Aaaahhhhh
I've been stuck in the existential mud
Covered I'm my own f*cking blood
I can't find anyone else to blame
Well f*ck it all I'll just embrace my shame
And I gotta get out of here
I gotta get out of here
I gotta (I gotta)
I gotta (I gotta)
I gotta (I gotta)
I gotta oh no (I gotta)
(I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta)
Oh no (I gotta, I gotta)
Oh no (I gotta, I gotta)
And I gotta get out of here
I gotta get out of here
I gotta (I gotta)
I gotta (I gotta)
I gotta (I gotta)
I gotta
I gotta