Tekst
I'm living out of a bag, I'm sleeping out on the street
I am a hobo, I'm a bum, just look what happened to me
I always cared about the music but I just can't see
A fucking future in this life I chose
Those streams are fucking worthless, just a ego facade
And so I sit and think about how all the shit went wrong in my life
I lament every choice, every breath, every step
That I took in to a legacy of fucking regret
My mission's done, kill me now
My purpose lost, kill me now
My mission's done, kill me now
My purpose lost, kill me now
My mission's done, kill me now
My purpose lost, kill me now
My mission's done, kill me now
My purpose lost, kill me now
(I can't take it)
Please God kill me
I have nothing
Please God kill me
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