I wake up with the thoughts of murder and death
Symptoms of a mind that's totally wrecked
I can't find any fix, I've checked and checked
They say it has an impact that's lifelong, why so less
Why don't you just say it'll stay whether its night or day
It'll destroy you from the inside, while outside you look okay
So that when you tell someone what you feel, they'll be like 'what did you say?'
"Na dude you've been living it up, how can you not be okay?"
But it is what it is, and there's no hope ray
No future to look forward to, no god to pray
Life is the worst game that I ever tried to play
I guess I'll be stuck in it until someone comes to slay
The monsters inside me, or the vessel in which they lay.