Lyrics
These fuckin problems
are joggin
in the wrong noggin
stop the song slobbin
right's to mom's shockin
light's in my brian is on talkin
fightin in shame tamed is still locked in
height's of fame leave u head knockin
try the same damn chart toppin
drive over a bridge and stop stoppin
Reason's of why the season is right
kill yourself use a knife
cuz theres a reason to die
leave all the lives behind
and leavin em to cry
cuz seein the light
is better than feedin my eyes
Chourus:
Suicide,
i'm do to die,
just on my own time,
take the knife,
use it right,
dad, u shoulda stoped the fights,
stoped abusin ur wife,
now this usin is like,
music to light
on fire,
and use it to write,
i'm losin the sites
so in losin it,
im losin my life....
Crisp shots of vic's
or slit off my rists?
witch of this shit
should i pick to off and quit?
6 shots of quicks
and im ready
to take rocks and hits,
go straigt to apacolypse,
give grace to god and shit,
stop waistin lots of bits,
when facin shots is quick,
erase this talk of mix
trace this pot of shit
to mock n quit,
so, should i go all out
blow my brains the fuck out?
take all my chains and stuff out,
and throw it on the ground,
write, "fuck off" on the wall
say, "i hate you all" in blood,
write down my note
and say, "dad ur all it was"
make all these cuts
im my arms
and send a note to all my buds
withdrawl some vics and deposit
crawl away from the faucet
in all i've bast it and frost it,
so now i fall face in my closet
craised and accausted
by his dad who raised him
in raw shit
laced him and watched him
now hes dead at least hes happy now
face it he want's it
cold case of a lost kid
erased from the mosh pit
Chourus:
Suicide,
i'm do to die,
just on my own time,
take the knife,
use it right,
dad, u shoulda stoped the fights,
stoped abusin ur wife,
now this usin is like,
music to light
on fire,
and use it to write,
i'm losin the sites
so in losin it,
im losin my life....
So, here i am, rist slashed and straped to the bed,
mom walks in miss matched passes out and goes red,
dad walks in laughing his ass off instead,
mom wakes back up asks, "what happened to my kid?"
dad say's, "who cares he was a fagot and had no heaD"
mom slaps his ass and trys to block out what he just said
he turns around slaps her back and takes a jack and uses the peg,
so what went wrong?
Somthin's gone,
somthing happened, wheres it from?
whys this luck got to turn on mom
why so long,
these problems got me stomped,
just drop me off,
i'll find my way back to watch
this has got me struck
got me flunked
got me sunked
6 feet under
this hump
stop these drums
inside my head
mumbling mums
somthings done
for this wondring son
humbling strung
fumbling hunged
stumbling dumb
and crumbling some
sometimes this lunge
is better than
trembling stung
