[LYRICS]

[BRUXISM]Fixing races with my conscience, cop a 40 for that nonsense
I'm so bored of being conscious, anxious paranoid and nauseous
I'm to weak to build a tolerance, but way to strong to care
Burn the cigarette till ashes picking butts out of my hair

[NA$TII]
Don’t fucking care, the only thing that I have left to do is die
Watch me rot away for years, you act surprised a fucking lie
Pretty pills and orange bottles in my casket, only right
Leave me facedown in the ditch off 60 milligrams of white

[BRUXISM]
This a semi final suicide, the kind that makes you stare
Because nothing makеs me feel alive like falling out my chair
Calling up my hookup tryna cash out on a scarе
But he knows I'm not the kind of kid to lash out unprepared

[NA$TII]
Bloody noses how my throat is dripping vision starts to fade
Poison dragging through system cutting years off like a blade
Feel the resin on my walls I judge the time by grams I’ve weighed
Toxins oh my god I’ve lost it bleach my fabric and just wait

[BRUXISM]
Drag my body off the carpet just so I can get retarded
I don't wanna feel like garbage but I still don't have the knowledge
With the money that I spend I bet that I could pay for College
But the only kind of lectures that I get is from my father
[NA$TII]
Sick and tired anxious, nauseous, I’m not cautious I’m a corpse
Try to sleep it’s fucking pointless my reality is warped
Please don’t tell me how to stop I do the wrong shit till it’s worse
I can’t stop it, fucking lawless self destruction just occurs
[BRUXISM]
Make it hurt bitch please just make it hurt[X4]
[NA$TII]
Make it hurt bitch please just make it hurt[X4]