Im broken and stomped

My wounds feelin open

And soon this is over

I know i deserve it

I'm still feeling hopeless

Enough of their gossip

My thoughts like in moshpit

Dont know why im holding,yeah

Oh fuck

Mental disorders that put me in mud

They like parasites turns the brain into mold

And i feeling so strange like have blade in my mouth, i feeling so cold

Have enough, bitch

Scratches on my wrist

Oh my god, why the fuck

Why i can't resist

All of my thoughts that was made me amorphous

Are turning my nerves into their rotten corpses

I living my life waiting for when i collapse

Because of my own thoughts about my own worthless