"Panic panic
You're not romantic
Panic panic
You are a fucked up tragic
Panic panic
There's no such thing as magic
Panic panic
Cut yourself open and see what's inside"
Is what I'm told everyday
Panic attacks, suicide
Life makes me want to die
Depression, aggression
Music is my salvation
But as my idol once said
"No salvation, no forgiveness"
Want to pain the streets red
Fuck my guilt and put it to bed
Everything is worthless
Life is so fucking priceless
Wish this wasn't tasteless
Feel my wrath, feel my sadness
Life is a circle of antidepressants
And a reincarnation of aggravations
Mean words, bullies
They make me hate myself
Wet tears, felt fears
Music is my only cheer
But as my idol once said
"God is in the TV"
Want to paint the streets red
Fuck my guilt and put it to bed
Everything is worthless
Life is so fucking priceless
Wish this wasn't tasteless
Feel my wrath, feel my sadness
Life is a circle of antidepressants
And a reincarnation of aggravations
Some of us solve this pain by dope
Others find a rope of hope
And hang themselves from a tree
Others cut their veins open with blades
Just to set their souls free
It saddens me how we have to do this
But what can you do when you wish you didn't exist?
"Maybe try getting better?"
Too late for that shit
Wish depression didn't exist
Coursing through my veins
All we feel is pain
Everything is worthless
Life is so fucking priceless
Wish this wasn't tasteless
Feel my wrath, feel my sadness
Life is a circle of antidepressants
And a reincarnation of aggravations
The broken, the unspoken
Are the ones I belong with
But as we scream in our cage
The world doesn't give a shit
Wish our savior did exist
