October 2nd - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Another time I'm feeling down

So many years, yet I'm still around

Nothing has changed and there's nothing to change

The book never written, can you flip to the last page?

I am the scum of this earth, I am the ugliest alive

So hard to look in the mirror without the tears in my eyes

I look at bushes and trees, they look back with shame and disgrace

I tried my worst and I can't, worthless is all who I am

Thought I could put this on paper and say it to you

So I would cleanse my soul from these nightmares it's been through

But every time I think it slowly starts to work out

It gets worse than ever, everything is doubt

It is October the 2nd, the manifesto of the dead

No reason to say I'm alive, ashamed of what's in my head

It is October the 2nd, the manifesto of the worst

Just simply leave me to rot, please never give me a hearse

And please, don't look at me ever again

Don't say no excuses, we could never be friends

Fucking paranoid when I search for you to betray me

No way you can save me

I don't expect you to love me when I cannot love myself

Even though I could do so much for the one that would help

Make me feel that we need each other, something I've never felt

And now do what I deserve and put me back on the shelf

Too much to handle, I'm in too deep

The air's like sea, I drown, not breathe

Forever a weirdo, forever a creep

Tell me it's just a dream as I cry myself to sleep

It is October the 2nd, the manifesto of the dead

No reason to say I'm alive, ashamed of what's in my head

It is October the 2nd, the manifesto of the worst

Just simply leave me to rot, please never give me a hearse