(bgv:) I run like hell, right?
Life my art is my life
You run your life like Christ cares
Like I care
I think I'd rather play to an empty room
I'm so sick of writing my life; f**, I want to quit before I have to eat my own sh** - Too late - Look up and live
My ears are ruined but I'm still pissed
My voice is wrecked, but I'm not done screaming yet - It's a shame I lost it before I learned how to sing
When I finally quit the judgement will be: He was only in it for the blasphemy
But I'm in it for the bitterness, the depression, the financial insecurity