To The Seabeds YCK

[Verse 1]
Political theater I’m contemplating suicide
Who am I to decide take the cries and numerous times
That I said I’d fucking do it then the ambulance came
They would say that God works in miraculous ways
I reject that theory I don’t want a scripture near me
No, that god damn book couldn’t ever make me cheery
Folklore tales how they’re still contemporary
Lacking any facts and logic no that won’t be necessary
Eyes wide open they’re blind myopic
If I’ll stay broken they won’t try stopping
Read thе fan mail when it all be pouring in
Did I make thе right choice no debate I sorta did
They would not have known if I was on the weathered streets
I imagine every city and the one I’ll never be
I’m ascending to nirvana you can see I’m free
I’ll just keep the music dropping till I D-I-E

[Chorus]
Save it for the rejects
Bring me to the seabeds
To the place, I’ll be then
I won’t know whatever she says
Save it for the rejects
Bring me to the seabeds
To the place, I’ll be then
I won’t know whatever she says
Where did you find this unnatural crisis
You claim you’re self-righteous but soon to be lifeless
How did I see-through when I had no need to
Pernicious things we do, now we’ve been so removed