point blank range - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bastards

[Chorus]

I been thinking, really spending time away

I know in the end, it's never gonna change

I think I found you crying, bawling in the rain

Every time I think about it, I'm insane

I'm a fucking lunatic, a fucking loser

Looking down the barrel

Swear to god, I'll shoot it

Swear to god, I'll do it

Fuck!

Don't laugh at me overreact

I could dull the blade until my blood is plastered

Such a peasant, I don't know like what's the matter

[Verse]

I been still, don't know where all of the time went

Doesn't matter, bae I just love when you're lifeless

Hate where you're going, 'cause I need more

Hate when you're crying, 'cause I get torn

This ain't a fallacy anymore

They coming after me, it's annoying

Like it would matter, if I'm a corpse

Hate that you're reminding me here every time

(Hate that you're reminding me here every time)

Feels like I been slowly just crossing the line

Tell me what's the

Point, blank, range!

I feel like it's running it course

No one even listens to me anymore

I'm a fucking peasant to you, whore

I thought I was special to you, wipe the floor

With your fucking brains, I sit and then record

All I ever wanted was to be your one and only

Now I got 'em blaming you for shit it's all according to the plan

I had and now we're all here mourning for ya

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I hope they don't fucking care when you die

No one knows how I be carrying my

Weight on my shoulders, damn

I feel so overwhelmed