Circus Of Dead Squirrels - Force-Feed lyrics

I believe that a horrible d**h Will compensate for my wasted breaths I have sinned beyond forgiveness My pathetic excuse for this damaged mind I am an infected s*ut Half-human, half-American mutt My mind is fried from a ma**ive intake Of psychoactive d** Looking back, I admit it was fun But I can't believe how f**ing stupid I was Everything I dreamed could now be a miracle Everything I think cannot be conveyed I have forsaken everything that is sacred to me Meltdown My crispy little soul I'm incapable of feeling love And happiness and all that good sh** I'm obsessed with d**h, pain, and p**n The ugliness that makes me horsesh** Nothing personal, I just don't know myself Or what the f** I've become Nothing personal, I'm just f**ed up I'm on a soul-searching powertrip now Oh, chaos conquered my brain Force-feed me with silence Shove hope down my throat Oh, what's left after going insane Wash this watercolor portrait of me Nothing personal, I f**ing hate you Don't think you're special 'Cause I f**ing hate everyone Nothing personal, I f**ing hate you Don't f**in' sit there Put a bullet through my goddamn head