SAME
this fatalistic tradition speaks of this human condition
these fantasies align but humanity's blind
the vision of wisdom inside of you all
this broken feeling is completely visceral
chorus:
going insane cuz the feeling's the same
same goddamn bullet to my brain
same fucking ambulance came
fucking anesthetic doesn't kill the pain[
fucking doctors don't know what to say
to the same blade stuck in exactly the same way
nothing speaks louder than words
my feelings are blurred
my eyes are wide but i can't see the signs
my perception's soft and my memory's off
nothings going missing when i chop this head off
Chorus II
still going crazy cuz i'm stuck in the grave
whith the same fucking tombstone lacking my name
same fucking preacher as yesterday
my fucking enemies laughing in my face
tomorrow they'll be dead in the exact same place
