A constant cancer that runs straight to the bone.
Been picking up the pieces; you don’t leave me alone.
I’ve lost my fucking mind and I blame mankind.
You’re all just living on the edges of a coke line.
A struggle point, this world is driving me insane.
A struggle point, a curse that sits on my brain.
Forced to fail until you’ve got nothing left.
Forced to struggle on until life turns to death.
A wad of spit that’s flying straight towards my eyes.
I’m running from the bastards that live in their lies.
I’ve had enough of this, your human insolence.
You’re all so quick to claim your fucking innocent.
All common sense just seizes to exist.
And mothers with daughters put razors to their wrist.
We all struggle till the day that we die.
Always digging our own grave and filling it with lies.
You fill it with lies.
I’m fucking struggling.
A struggle point, this world is driving me insane.
A struggle point, a curse that sits on my brain.
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