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letra de dead - psycho t

[hook]
[k-odd-ik]
i don’t want to live in my head no more
dying deep inside, rotting to the core
i’ve become so numb, everything is sore
im so done with life i just want to soar
i don’t want to live in my head no more
dying deep inside rotting to the core
i’ve become so numb everything is sore
im so done with life i just want to soar

[verse 1]
[psycho-t]
why do i feel so low
that question i don’t know
can’t get out this hole
i have nowhere to go
stuck inside my mind
it’s so dark inside
visions of suicide
cause me to go blind
i’m attempting to break the f-ck out
but noone wants to talk now
losing my sanity i’m dying
stuck in h-ll just trying
to live but no reason to live
k!ll myself and bliss will sink in
done with this sh-t right now
grab the note book and write this down
[hook]
[k-odd-ik]
i don’t want to live in my head no more
dying deep inside rotting to the core
i’ve become so numb everything is sore
im so done with life i just want to soar
i don’t want to live in my head no more
dying deep inside rotting to the core
i’ve become so numb everything is sore
im so done with life i just want to soar

[verse 2]
[psycho-t]
see why i have no friends
i’m not cool to be around them
they all want me dead
that’s what my mind said
why am i so f-cked up
my wrist i just cut
i f-cking hate myself
put myself in the ground
not close with anyone anymore
i rather be alone with my anxiety stored
why’d i live to be 22
i wanna die sooner my face i need to lose
i’m not that lucky to die early
i’m too p-ssy to k!ll myself i’m so emotionally
dead put lead to my head
make the walls turn the color of red
[hook]
[k-odd-ik]
i don’t want to live in my head no more
dying deep inside rotting to the core
i’ve become so numb everything is sore
im so done with life i just want to soar
i don’t want to live in my head no more
dying deep inside rotting to the core
i’ve become so numb everything is sore
im so done with life i just want to soar

[verse 3]
[psycho-t]
panic attacks daily
noone can save me
i pray for my death
then i could finally rest
find me by the neck
in the f-ckin bas-m-nt
time to kurt cobain
blow out all my brains
f-ck it i’m done here now
been trying to die since i was a kid how
did i live this long my mind’s lost
don’t know if i’ll make another song
death greets me so lovely
put this razor to my wrist finally
bleeding out no more sounds
i’m finally proud
[verse 4]
[k-odd-ik]
i can feel it drain
my soul slowly fades
blood seeps down the drain
clutching on a blade
i’m so done with pain
let me feel some bliss
yes i fiend for death
don’t want to exist
like f-ck this sh-t
kitchen knife i’m clutching it
the pain i’m so fed up with it
so i break down and cut my wrist
let the red just leak
i am done with this sh-t
i just want to be in a f-cking ditch

- psycho t

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