Cyanide

Ending a chapter with another cliffhanger
To keep the reader in awe of the murder they’re hearing
Airwaves distorted with rhetoric, all horseshit
Can’t contemplate life without the cliche of death overlooking your shoulder
I’m the pillar of autumn, self-destruction
Rough around the edges so crush my lungs under pressure
Find the diamond within my soul
And I know
That I’ve been digging a hole
Just to fuel my ego

I know you’ll be spitting on my grave
(I know you’ll be spitting on my grave)
I know you’ll be spitting on my grave
That’s fine at least you’ll be thinking of me

‘Cause I’m happy feeling sad
I got sunshine in a bag
Fuck, you’re useless
I’ll bite my tongue
‘Cause your future is dead and gone
‘Cause I’m happy feeling mad
I got sunshine in a bag
Fuck, you’re useless
I’ll bite my tongue
‘Cause my future is dead and gone

Fuck, is it done?
I’m so sick of being the apple of your eye
Fuck, bored to death
Ain’t it sad when you despise the thing you love the most
Fuck, are we done?
I’m so sick of being the apple of your eye
Fuck, bored to death
Ain’t it sad when you despise the thing you love the most

So where do we go from here?
I’m overwriting about all of my fears

Where do I go from here?
I’m overwriting about all of my fears
Where do I go from here?
I’m so sick and tired of all of my fears
So where do I go from here?
I am so fucking sick of all of my fears
So where do I go from here?
I am so fucking tired of all of my fears
So where do I go from here?
I am so sick and tired of all of my fears
The fuck do I go from here?
I am so fucking tired of all of my fears
(So where do I go from)
So where do I go from here?
I am so fucking sick of all of my fears