Laundry Day

[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