My mental state's a fucking train wreck
I'm, socially a blind disabled handicapped
Climbing
Over the wall that separates my fears
And into the water for the end is here
I'm a social disease
Call me anti-society
It's not a confession
When you're lying twenty four seven
Bite the fingers that feed
All the secrets I keep
Deep inside my mind
They're playing tricks on me
I hate the air that I breath
And the stench on my sweater
I hate the cold winter breeze
And the dead fucking weather
The road to hell is paved in white and good intentions
I'll say my grace before they lock the gates to heaven
Forget the world that I tried so hard to protect
And leave my mind in the gutter
Cause it's a Train Wreck
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My mental state's a celebration
But the kind
That leaves you screaming in the basement
For all the time
I tried to be a little patient
It left my mind
Like broken vessels
On the pavements
I
I hate the air that I breath
And the stench on my sweater
I hate the cold winter breeze
And the dead fucking weather
The road to hell is paved in white and good intentions
I'll say my grace before they lock the gates to heaven
Forget the world that I tried so hard to protect
And leave my mind in the gutter
Cause it's a Train Wreck