| These little things |
| They kill the most |
| All this pressure |
| It makes me choke |
| I don’t need sympathy |
| I’m dead inside |
| A cautionary tale of a wasted life |
| Take me back to prison |
| Cause I don’t ever listen |
| Keep me in these chains |
| Cause I won’t ever change |
| I get high, I get low |
| I get drunk, I get stoned |
| I surround myself with chaos |
| I got nothing left to show |
| I get high, I get low |
| I’m a God, I’m a joke |
| I surround myself with chaos |
| I got nothing left to show |
| Novocaine to numb the soul |
| Yeah, I was raised by fucking wolves |
| I don’t need sympathy, I’m dead inside |
| A cautionary tale of a wasted life |
| Take me back to prison |
| Cause I don’t ever listen |
| Keep me in these chains |
| Cause I won’t ever change |
| I get high, I get low |
| I get drunk, I get stoned |
| I surround myself with chaos |
| I got nothing left to show |
| I get high, I get low |
| I’m a God, I’m a joke |
| I surround myself with chaos |
| I got nothing left to show |
| Cross my heart and hope to cry |
| Stick a needle in my eye |
| Say hello, say goodbye |
| Fuck me up and leave me dry |
| I get high, I get low |
| I get drunk, I get stoned |
| I surround myself with chaos |
| I got nothing left to show |
| I get high, I get low |
| I’m a God, I’m a joke |
| I surround myself with chaos |
| I got nothing left to show |