I wrote this song when I hated myself and I thought everyone I love felt the same, and I wanted to end my own life on a daily basis.
There are some things I forgot to say in between all my panicked breaths. But it's been so long and I forget what it's really like to be content.
I can't stop feeling sorry for myself, and you can't stop agreeing that my life is a big fucking joke with a total lack of meaning.
Same story, different day, that much is clear. Fake stories and words of wisdom are all I wanted to hear.
I settle down and start to catch my breath, but I'm right back at it again. This anger inside from reminiscing about a sorry excuse of a man.
I babble on about a figure that I am dying to know. My traits are anger, violence, greed, because that's all he showed.
Same story, different day. That much is clear. Fake stories and words of wisdom are all I wanted to hear.
I'm a fucking brain case filled with self hate and doubt. I'll take my fathers advice and blow my fucking brains out.
Blow my brains oooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut.
released July 28, 2016
Recorded by Scott Rasmuessen At Rotten Elk Studios
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