Y.Skitz
If You Can Manage to Overcome the Fear of Death, You Are at Least Somewhat Unstoppable (Slowed)
[Verse 1: ¥ûñg Šłît Ŵrîšt]

Depression follows me throughout the day into the evening
As I slit my wrists and hope one day my heart stops beating
I smile as I watch the blood leaking and seeping
Cutting over old wounds as I watch them bleeding
A grey cloud above my head, I feel the rain
Popping oxy in a last attempt to numb the pain
I have no friends, my pack is already somewhat self-slain
I won’t be numb until the gun ends the life of my brain

[Verse 2]

Slit my wrists vertically hoping I cut a vein
Cutting deeper and deeper, I cannot feel the pain
I walk through thunderstorms, plus lightning and wind and rain
Suffocating myself, please oxygen don’t reach my brain
Watch the blood as it forms into a crimson puddle
Thoughts bounce around my head, my mind’s a fucking puzzle
I scream to myself and attempt to pull the fucking muzzle (aye)
Pushing all those hoes away, I don’t want no kiss or cuddle