[Verse 1]
It's too much to handle right now
But i've been on this road to self destruction
I wish there was an out , I'm out of here by now
Steer clear of every thought that you don't know, is what they say
Figure it out when you're on your way
Don't go out to play with satan's children
It's laundry day , You can't come out
Three rocks off the table, gotta bounce a few around
Three bullets through your skull, kid is what you'll go without

[Chorus: Damsel x Hellscore]
They bring us up as sinners
And they want us all to preach
I didn't have an out at all

[Verse 2]
Can't we go out, get sober this time
I'm high on victimization and sublime poetry
There's thoughts I want to optimize to a certain level of debris