[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 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 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
But you seem to not even want me breathing
Someone better is what your needing
So fuck it
I might die
May I rest in hell not no peace
Because Ion need the peace for a piece of shit like me
Ecstasy, won’t help if I’m cutting
'Cus I’m sensitive for you and me
Love of my life turned to an enemy
For my mental
I’m going mental but you won’t care in general
[Outro]
I’m not in to you for the sexual-shit
I'm not, I promise
But you don't-
But you don't care