MISERY - Intellectual

[Hook: Greta Svabo Bech]

Ripping through like a missile, ripping through my heart

Rob me of this love

Raise your weapon, raise your weapon

And it's over

What is now left what I now call my heart

Bitches done took it and teared it apart

Now Im taking these drugs that replaces that part can't go looking to ford can't remember off bars as I look at the stars that now guide me to death

Can't find what is left  I need a whole script now come give me them meds

Release all this stress that is inside of my head

Can't undo what is said

All of the things that I've done

Can't get me out of the problems I'm on

Bitches they worry the drugs

They want me to give for the love

Stain boy gotta white shirt with a clip full of lead

I'll unleash one clip now my shirt all red

Been left 4 dead these pills a mess I'll see the end

Raise your weapon, raise your weapon

And it's over

The fuck am I doing right now

Stuck in my room trynna hold all my tears cuz my life is in fear and my future's unclear drinking all of this beer with my dude Lucifear

Pressing the blade on my skin

Cuts that are leaving a grin

My eyes that are seeing back then

A happiness that I'm wishing

Yung $urge creeping out of his cave

Yes I'll fight through this pain

Time to face in my grave

Should of stayed in my lane

My depression contained

Something I can not face

Reaching for the hell's gates

Trynna fight on my own

Where is my soul

Im happy alone

But how should I know

What if tomorrow I hang by a rope and I'm leaving my home