[Verse 1]
Sudden fucking changes are re-arranging
Cursed fucking paintings
Painted with the blood of mentally insane painters
That were hated, driven insane from all the bullshit
And coldness of the world, (Coldness of the world)
Cut open lips
Bleeding there and your wrists
The mist covers up the lis- the list
Of reasons you decided not to live
6-8 problems like an octopus
Not adding all that extra shit
Mental abuse ain’t even next to it
But still exists
Without being noticed by closer
Witnesses, witnessing mental kids with mental illnesses

[Verse 2]
When you call, breaking down into pieces
I’m feeling needy
Needing all your features to help me to g-get off easy
The feelings that I’m feeling for you don’t feel like their leaving
And I feel like the soul in my body is leaving as you leave me-