| Call the doctor
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| I’ve got all these problems
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| I don’t know how to solve them
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| My conscience dead rotten, alone and forgotten
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| Call the doctor
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| Send me to the hospice for people who’ve lost it
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| I’m stuck in my coffin and I think someone locked it
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| What’s my fucking purpose?
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| I was born with words that curse every single loving person
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| I’m sorry I’m a burden
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| I’m useless, fucking worthless
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| Think it’s time the close the curtain
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| All I think about’s my service
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| I mean it couldn’t get much worse
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| I don’t want to be alone anymore
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| This is life through the eyes of a broken man
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| Who’s let everything he had fall through his fucking hands
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| Doctor, I am deranged
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| My brain needs to be tamed
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| I don’t think I need change
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| Just a rope for me to hang
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| I don’t want to be alone anymore
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| This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it die
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| Anxiety still swallows my chest and lead consumes my lungs
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| Everyday the gun meets my mouth
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| But I’ve never been one to get the job done |