Psyopus Bones To Dust

Coke binge. I lock myself inside this room.

The very end was coming soon.

My head was twisted.

I was saying, "Good-bye."

I was snorting, snorting until I died.

My lifestyle was darker than a permanent black marker.

Another day passes. Another day is gone.

Another sad misery was just dragged on.

It was just a lung. It was just a vein.

It was all of these drugs that I can't maintain.

I need yeaho. I hit rock bottom.

Rock bottom bones to dust.

I will kill you for your money to buy a bag of fuckin coke.

Snort it. What a fuckin fiend? What a fuckin fiend?

I would kill you to get high.

I need yeaho.

I lock myself inside this room.

The very end was coming soon.

My head was twisted.

I was saying, "Good-bye."

I was snorting, snorting until I died.

My lifestyle was darker than a permanent black marker.

All the pain and the mental anguish has me locked in my room snorting until I OD.

(I can't take this shit. I can't take this shit anymore. Slit my wrist. I don't want to live.)