Field of pain
Stepping in the mud, feet in the trenches
Put me in drawer with a bunch of nails and wrenches
Just another tool in the box, never used
Gonna keep my mouth shut, not gonna kill your mood
I notice things but you would never know
Cause I don't say a thing, I keep my mouth closed
Purposely driving on icy roads
In hopes that I don't ever come home
Easily could die, but I don't give a fuck
I jammed the accelerator, speed going up
Sasily could die but I don't give a fuck
I jammed the accelerator, speed going up
Always get left and my mother hates me
I got plenty reasons to go into the tree
Gonna go to hell, I already feel the heat
Can't tell if I'm dead or if I'm asleep
Shards of shattered past scatter the street
To you, it's glass, but not to me
Shards of my shattered past scatter the street
To you, it's glass, but not to me
Hallucinogens prescribed to me
Noose and a pen to the side of me
Boot to head when I'm trying to sleep
Moving my neck so violently
Mentally paralyzed from my anxious thoughts
Empty me and my worries into a box
Chain the exterior so my body rots
Shackled to the point houdini can't undo the locks
Isolated from the world, no one needs to know
What kind of horrors lurk 6 feet below?
Incarceration fast, but my death real slow
Up the stairs, down the stairs, don't know where I'ma go
I'm composed of trash
Hide my face with a polo cap
In the sewer with the rats
Awake at night with the bats
I'm composed of trash
Hide my face with a polo cap
In the sewer with the rats
Awake at night with the bats
Put me in drawer with a bunch of nails and wrenches
Just another tool in the box, never used
Gonna keep my mouth shut, not gonna kill your mood
I notice things but you would never know
Cause I don't say a thing, I keep my mouth closed
Purposely driving on icy roads
In hopes that I don't ever come home
Easily could die, but I don't give a fuck
I jammed the accelerator, speed going up
Sasily could die but I don't give a fuck
I jammed the accelerator, speed going up
Always get left and my mother hates me
I got plenty reasons to go into the tree
Gonna go to hell, I already feel the heat
Can't tell if I'm dead or if I'm asleep
Shards of shattered past scatter the street
To you, it's glass, but not to me
Shards of my shattered past scatter the street
To you, it's glass, but not to me
Hallucinogens prescribed to me
Noose and a pen to the side of me
Boot to head when I'm trying to sleep
Moving my neck so violently
Mentally paralyzed from my anxious thoughts
Empty me and my worries into a box
Chain the exterior so my body rots
Shackled to the point houdini can't undo the locks
Isolated from the world, no one needs to know
What kind of horrors lurk 6 feet below?
Incarceration fast, but my death real slow
Up the stairs, down the stairs, don't know where I'ma go
I'm composed of trash
Hide my face with a polo cap
In the sewer with the rats
Awake at night with the bats
I'm composed of trash
Hide my face with a polo cap
In the sewer with the rats
Awake at night with the bats