Suicide By Pigs - Intellectual

I've considered suicide by police

I'd do it myself but I'm far too angry

That's the way these things gotta be

For now

And when that day comes you'll know

Because you've become a widow

Organizing all those things that you disliked about me

And I hope piece by piece

That it finds you no peace at all

Never had a smile

That lit up every room that I came into

All those intentions were self-serving

If my eulogy reads like a scеne from some bad Hollywood movie

It would seem that nonе of you knew me

How much of this time's been wasted?

Singing these rhymes you hated

Nothing sucks out the joy in life quite like truth

So we spend our nights getting wasted

Line after line with numb faces

Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you

Beneath some rubble

Buried in a modern concrete tomb

With western comforts

They will find the remains of our youth

In a Vans shoes box

They'll uncover letters and mixtapes

Left a trail of breadcrumbs

That will never lead to any place

I've considered suicide by police

Would try it myself by my finger's missing

So I guess I'll stare at a wall and scream

For now

Heartbroken defeated for no particular reason

Quit asking if I'm ok

On the day I die

It will be self explanitory