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Mixing cocaine with the molly in my bedroom
Staring at the plate, hoping that I'm gon' be dead soon
Losing so much weight 'cause I never eat a thing
Always playing with my life, just wishing I would die
Waking up in sweat, trashin' bottles at my feet
And my lips are still cold from the coke last week
And I can't record a song 'cause my nose is fucking blocked
But it doesn't fucking matter 'cause a line is all I want
I've been on the road, but I don't think I deserve it
Show after show, at the end I still feel worthless
Tell me what you see when you look me in the face
'Cause when I look in the mirror, all I see is a disgrace
This is not a fucking flex, it's a motherfucking cry
If I don't fix my shit, it'll be the last time
That you see me on a stage, or a soul behind my face
You'll be listening to albums released by my estate
No one knows or understands my condition
Suicidal tendencies from voices in the kitchen
My friends all try to help, but I never fucking listen
I put them all through hell, while they watch my soul get distant
Cold sweats in the hotel, delusions on the tour bus
Hallucinate all day, hoping nobody notice
I'm losing control in this fucked up episode
I am mentally unwell, but I still play fucking shows
I lost myself and I never realized it
Until Kets said he doesn't recognize me
That one broke me, the moment that you told me
Even though I fucked up everything you still showed me why
I call you my brother
You acted like no other
Anybody else would leave, but you didn't let me suffer
While crying on the couch, you let me cry on your shoulder
That's why I always love you
For you, Kets, I'll stay sober
（Anarchist Sanctuary）
