I was born wrong frustrated antisocial
I’m climbing my way up
I will make mistakes I will fall, and
I will just get myself up
I catch my breath
I’m that voice you didn’t want to hear I’m your anxiety slowly turning into horror I’m your prayers your desire.
shut it down shut yourself down shut yourself down
with me
I’m just a meat bag, burning from the inside I’m rotting under the scorching sun sometimes I dream, of being born deaf, or blind
you can try to bury me you’ll have to look at me rising back up
ink and fog, flames, and tar feathers and ashes and every time, you’ll see me spread my darkened wings
controversial compromised
I’m the bullet inside a loaded gun like a caged beast breaking free could be the spark at the bottom of the volcano
light it up light yourself up light yourself up
with me
it’s just that I was born wrong frustrated antisocial
I’m hitting rock bottom I feel fragile I can’t make another mistake I can’t make it up anymore.
I stop my breathing I’ve never been afraid of pulling that trigger