Shoot me in the face I'm a fucking mess/ stuck in this place going out of my head/ brain dead as zed and the reason is/ I'm a piece of shit just ask my bleeding wrists/ everyone picks on the ugly kid/ but wait till he flips his wig/ the weirdo snapped, Mr Antihero is back/ with a stack of vinyl and a requiem for a denial/ self loathing like its going out of style/ leave the competition steaming like a pile/ all the while, forgot how to smile/ plus he's wack as hell/ quit rap don't yah got some crack to sell/ feeling last and certainly least/ all the murder needs to cease in the confines of my mind/ don't worry I'm fine/ my imaginary friend hung himself, woe is me/ my safe haven set on fire like ODB/ in this mental hell/ watched on as the devil fell/ down the endless abyss/ nameless to the gift/ and for this curse I feel blessed/ depressed and weary/ gauge my eyes out now I see it clearly/ escaping the rain/ take me down the drain/ in need of cash and could use some change/ rest my head on the tracks waiting for the train

Shoot me in the face I've fucking had it/ would do it myself but my guns plastic and I'm too much of a bitch/ sick of being sick of being sick/ jumping off the bridge/ I'm just a fish like the rest of humanity/ lost in my sanity/ they're after me, the suicide chump/ spreading his message to the bass in yah trunk/ I ain't got no feelings and these scars aren't healing fast enough/ times are ruff and tuff, I had it up to here with the man in the mirror/ deceiving me, eagerly awaiting my death/ cyanide on yah breath/ I got a hole in my chest and there's no one to fix it/ gotta straighten my thoughts I'm thinking too much sick shit/ as I contemplate with my heart in they're hand/ soul consumed with hate as they crush it to sand/ bet it wasn't in the plan for that gun to jam/ this ain't a measly cry for help/ I gotta get these demons out from inside myself/ drowning in the tears/ surrounded by my fears/ writing poems of suicide/ losing my once sane mind to the hands of time/ melting off the clock/ sitting in a tin can waiting for the world to stop/ as they sit back and watch