SELF SABOTAGE Songtext
von 8corpses

People want lyrical depth
I want literal death
Too many steps
Lookin at life
Like come on
What′s next


BING bong
Still
On my hustle
Like a Girl Scout
Slangin tag alongs
My brain is a sandbox for my demons
Notebook is a
Playground for
My demons composition
Sorry if my terms aren't in layman′s
Let the
Wild roam free
If I didn't have this outlet
My name
Would of
Been accompanied
By an R I P

Debilitating OCD
ADD
Rampant irritability
Momento Mori
Medias contaminating minds like dysentery
Catapulted myself to misfortune
Usually ponder about dying often
The fact this life has no reason
Is ironically
A reason to keep livin
People will hate you
No matter if you say somethin
Or do Nothing
They just hating
Cause you are somethin


I remember plenty of times
Thinking that was
The moment that did me in
Where I would no longer
Be coherent again

People are vampires
Giving them attention is basically
Like watering dead flowers
Waged war with the person
I've seen in the mirrors

Accretion of grim chatter
Is the battleground
I came to encounter
That hole within
I couldn′t seem to counter
As I stare blankly with my
Hands on the counter

USED TO HAVE
Lysergic on the sugar cube
Lying on my back
Wondering what I′m supposed to do
Is it an issue
I have issues
What am I morphing into

People want lyrical depth
I want literal death
Too many steps
Lookin at life
Like come on
What's next

Some people can be hearing you
But not listening to you
These Thoughts get Intrusive
Neurotropic nuisance
Basically I′m not basic
Not always based with my music
Brain isn't in order
Like a numeric