Fed Up

I can't keep living life

with this knife

up against my neck.

But this strife

is the price.

Debtor's come to collect.

I'm a fucking wreck.

I pay for all the shit I've done.

You can beat me,

pray you kill me,

but I'll still be numb.

All that I can feel is this goddamn hate

which I try to conceal,

but it courses through my veins.

I'm ready to go.

Sure no one would notice

if I walked out the door,

I just know it.

I could fade away

into a sea of strange faces

waiting for the day

that I can just become nameless.

Because god knows I am not blameless.

You can call me what you want,

but I know what I am.

If you don't know, well you should.

I suggest you leave while you can.

Because I'm ruthless and brutal.

I can be bad to the bone.

I don't need an excuse to be cruel,

I'm just in my zone.