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[Verse 1]
I don't got hate for myself, I got nothing to say to me
I spend every day with me
I'm tired, I need an escape
It's hard to relate to me
Straight out the bottle, no chasing it
Look in my eyes, I'm a space cadet
Just a matter of time, I'm embracing death
Dead pool, you should place a bet
I'm in the bowels of war
But I feel no stress when I let it pour
But it all come back when I can't run back
Anything that even happened the night before
Always gonna fall on the sharpest sword
Always gonna sleep on the hardest floor
You can still see light in the darkest corner
But you still feel lost when it's unexplored
So I'mma see black till my eyes adjust
Till my time is up, till my mind is fucked
Limp around town on the Irish crutch
With a belly full of whisky and self-disgust
Peekin' at my own dead body through splayed hands
As I grunt and I drool like a caveman
Fucked up, I'm a fool
With a room with a view of a wasteland
I don't got hate for myself, I got nothing to say to me
I spend every day with me
I'm tired, I need an escape
It's hard to relate to me
Straight out the bottle, no chasing it
Look in my eyes, I'm a space cadet
Just a matter of time, I'm embracing death
Dead pool, you should place a bet
I'm in the bowels of war
But I feel no stress when I let it pour
But it all come back when I can't run back
Anything that even happened the night before
Always gonna fall on the sharpest sword
Always gonna sleep on the hardest floor
You can still see light in the darkest corner
But you still feel lost when it's unexplored
So I'mma see black till my eyes adjust
Till my time is up, till my mind is fucked
Limp around town on the Irish crutch
With a belly full of whisky and self-disgust
Peekin' at my own dead body through splayed hands
As I grunt and I drool like a caveman
Fucked up, I'm a fool
With a room with a view of a wasteland
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