I walk on these streets,
as my eyes turn to feet,
and my lungs turn to ash,
as my heart starts to bleed.

I wish I told 'em I was fucked up,
told 'em I need help up,
walked through the door
and told 'em to shut the fuck up.

Now I'm bangin' on this hard door,
banging on this cold floor;
even if I get through
I got nothin' left to fight for.

I see blood red, I think I'm dead,
siren sounds, in my head,
what the fuck, just a dream,
shot myself, and heard me scream.

Always told 'em with a smile,
I'll try and go the extra mile,
closed my eyes, closed my heart,
pray for some way to depart.

Too much a coward to stop livin',
too much a fuckin' shit to be given,
somewhere along the endless line,
I lost what was never even mine.

Come shoot me, burn me,
erase me from the earth and turn me
to be something better than a waste of space,
better than a disgrace to the human race.

I look back, nothing.
I look forward, nothing.
I look left, right, centre, nothing, nothing, nothing.
I look inside... nothing's there.

What the fuck does it even mean?
To do these things that you say to do?
I went where I went, I been where I've been,
Grit my teeth, and pull me through.

So I'll walk it one more day,
and I'll wish it all away,
maybe I will find my soul,
maybe it's buried down this hole.

I see blood red, I think I'm dead,
siren sounds, in my head,
what the fuck, just a dream,
shot myself, and heard me scream.