I'm out my fucking body and I'm out my fucking mind

Addictions just a vice but damn I feel divine

Ain't gotta waste time when I cut my fucking self

In my mind I am trapped, when I fade it's all black

Pop a pill so I don't feel, waste of space

Nothings real, all in my head

Can't get out of bed, asking God can he lend me hand

Cuz I'm filled with existential dread

But I need all the bread

So I don't seem so dead

Pretty bitch give me head, but I don't love her

Don't even love myself

Really deep down, I just need some fucking help

I don't got a soul to sell

On my shoulders I carry hell

On my backs everyone

Feeling like we being chased

Feeling like we being traced

Feeling like we being chased

Going through the gates

Feeling like we being chased

Feeling like we being traced

Feeling like we being chased

Going through the gates

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(Feeling like we being traced)

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(Going through the gates)

(Feeling like we being chased)

(Feeling like we being traced)

(Feeling like we being chased)

(Going through the gates)

Feeling like we being chased

Feeling like we being traced

Feeling like we being chased

Going through the gates

Feeling like we being chased

Feeling like we being traced

Feeling like we being chased

Going through the gates

(Feeling like we being chased)

(Feeling like we being traced)

(Feeling like we being chased)

(Going through the gates)