Depression Inception - David Alexander

They say:

«Love is deception;

conception»

Oh, yeah, I reckon

Affection trapping us deafens the intellection

I know the feeling of being lost in direction

The tension of my depression

Attention to my compression, ah

We can’t suppress all the feelings of apprehension

And so we fill up the emptiness with expenses

No need to try and defend it

He tries and tries to pretend that he isn’t trying to end it

He isn’t tired of living

You feel me?

Trapped in my head, rather be dead

Because I’m nugatory

Counting my sins, will I get in?

Stuck in a purgatory

Love is a foe, yeah I should know

I’ll tell me allegory

You can choose hate, or you choose love

What is your category?

Tell me now what is your category?

Different choices that I’ve had before me

They tell me that it be statutory

They tell me that it be mandatory

I don’t know where I can go and be right because it’s all the same

Like I can’t, I’m sorry

Please let me go, please let me go

Because I can’t, I’m sorry.

Please save me

Please save me

Oh, no, no

Please save me

Please sa-

Do it

(Gunshot)