| Consumed with doubt I don’t know where to start |
| With this technicolor scar on the center of my heart |
| But I guess, I suppose I’ll try and expose why I’m like this |
| Maybe come to terms with my vices |
| All I see haunts me |
| I’ll put my head in that noose |
| Like I’ve got nothing to lose |
| So put your head in that noose |
| Cause I’ve got nothing to prove |
| False serenity in an SSRI |
| You wanna be the fucking hero |
| Then I guess I’m the bad guy |
| Then I guess I’m the fucking bad guy |
| No, no |
| Built to believe that redemption is free |
| With suicidal thoughts you said to me, it’s hard getting clean |
| With a fucked heart, won’t start. A thin paradox, not beating hard |
| With trust bleeding out all over the ground |
| And forgiveness not sight to be found |
| Here I am again with a bloody pen. Like a knife to fragile skin |
| You think you know, but you don’t know shit |
| You think you know but you don’t know |
| You think you know but you don’t know shit |
| All it takes is the wrong time and place these days |
| I’m raising stakes now |
| Another piece of shit in Adidas NMDs look at me no sympathy |
| A pseudo sigh of relief |
| At the thought that everything is gonna be |
| How it should fucking be |
| A pseudo sigh of relief |
| You think you got away with making me look so fucking guilty |
| And I’ve still got blood to bleed |
| You should have buried me |