[Chorus]

I got a question

Will I make a sound

When I hit the ground

With nobody else around?

When it all falls down

Rock bottom where the lost get found

[Verse 1]

Yeah

It's getting hard for me to keep my head straight

Had a heavy heart, now, I'm carrying dead weight

Digging my own grave

I did it my own way

I'm buried alive with all the shit that I don't say

It's deeper than six feet, I'm barely alive

My apartment is a coffin that I'm carried inside

And I'm coughing 'cause I'm often off of various highs

Got me wondering does anybody care if he dies

I inhale and I just hold it

I'm running from everything, my hamstring swollen

I pulled it, stop

Popped the ankle out of the socket

Now, I'm looking at it trying not to vomit

[Refrain]

I'm sick of this feeling

I'm going psycho

I'm sick of being sick of this feeling

I'm going psycho

I'm sick of being sick of being sick of this feeling

It go in cycles

It go round and round and round

[Chorus]

I got a question

Will I make a sound

When I hit the ground

With nobody else around?

When it all falls down

Rock bottom where the lost get found

Will I make a sound

When I hit the ground

With nobody else around?

When it all falls down

Rock bottom where the lost get found

[Verse 2]

Yeah

The highs feel like lows

Old friends start to feel like foes

Silver lining but it feel like gold

Is I've been here for so long it feel like home

Like I'm right where I'm supposed to be

Physically, emotionally

Digging down deep 'til I can't see the opening

Changing for the people I don't know

'Til everybody close to me

Looking at a ghost of me

And I don't got a rope

Had a ladder but it broke

Doesn't matter 'cause I'd rather be alone

Got my phone out of data and it's low on the battery

Ope! There goes, what a tragedy

I build a wall and moat, that's my strategy

When I'm gone, I hope you not mad at me

I'm done talking about it, I tried therapy

You're still not hearing me

[Refrain]

I'm sick of this feeling

I'm going psycho

I'm sick of being sick of this feeling

I'm going psycho

I'm sick of being sick of being sick of this feeling

It go in cycles

It go round and round and round

[Chorus]

I got a question

Will I make a sound

When I hit the ground

With nobody else around?

When it all falls down

Rock bottom where the lost get found

Will I make a sound

When I hit the ground

With nobody else around?

When it all falls down

Rock bottom where the lost get found