This place is dense. As I'm crawling over your protected fence
I'm not holding in what needs to be said
For crying out loud, your days have been spent
On the phone spilling every truth about the life I live

Maybe its just me, and the way I think
You should probably spend more time being less pathetic

ROT, to the bone. In your six foot grave, soon to be called your home. Bury another name
Now all thats left is smoke, in this four wall closet space
I used to know that kid
Now you're just another head case. Just another HEADCASSE

Most of my time spent wasted, in a vicious circle in a basement
A step closer to hell and if you couldn't tell I can't relate, I can't relate its...
Not me anymore, as I escape out the side door
And with my luck, Ill be stuck forever
I need to find a purpose, something tells me , this is worth it