Red Room Blues

Constriction Responsibility wraps around my neck Confliction Drowning out my will to live My will to trust My will to love I nailed myself to my own fucking cross I'm cornered I'm numb Waking up just to pass out again Why should I plan for my future? When I'll be dead by next week I'll rid this world of one privileged fuck And see who loses sleep I'm malnourished from my lack of self love Only warm inside from the smoke in my lungs I'm blacking out and heading for the light Death please kiss me good night I'm cornered I'm numb Waking up just to pass out again Full days spend masturbating alone Cold room in my filthy bed Filthy bed