MY GOD HAS GOT A GUN

Got a trigger, finger pointing straight at
My conscious, I can't fucking breathe
It stood behind you, it always finds you
Don't bother asking me to leave

Got Stockholm Syndrome, instinctive survival
I'm victim to my sanity
Living life on a tight rope, have I lost all hope?
My god has got a gun
And he works me to the bone

Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight
Sit back, shut up, I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes, this is what depression looks like

My voice's screaming, "Gonna die, you're in danger"
It's symptomatic barricades
Got a taste for addiction, I wanna feel something
That isn't pain and suffering

Got Stockholm Syndrome, instinctive survival
I'm victim to my sanity
Living life on a tight rope, have I lost all hope?
Shut the fuck up
My god has got a gun
And he works me to the bone

Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight
Sit back, shut up, I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes, this is what depression looks like

My god has got a gun
And he works me to the bone
I don't know where to run, so I guess I'll stay
My god has got a gun
And he works me to the bone
I don't know where to run, so I guess I'll stay

My god has got a gun
And it works me to the bone
I don't know where to run
But don't make me stay
Take me into the dark sky
'Cause I wanna be alone

Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight
Sit back, shut up, I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes, this is what depression looks like

Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
(What depression looks like)
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight
(It is tearing me apart)
Sit back, shut up, I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes, this is what depression looks like

For fuck's sake!