Bones to Dust - Psyopus

Coke binge.

I lock myself inside this room.

The very end was coming soon.

My head was twisted.

I was saying, «Good-bye.»

I was snorting, snorting until I died.

My lifestyle was darker than a permanent black marker.

Another day passes.

Another day is gone.

Another sad misery was just dragged on.

It was just a lung.

It was just a vein.

It was all of these drugs that I can’t maintain.

I need yeaho.

I hit rock bottom.

Rock bottom bones to dust.

I will kill you for your money to buy a bag of fuckin coke.

Snort it.

What a fuckin fiend?

What a fuckin fiend?

I would kill you to get high.

I need yeaho.

I lock myself inside this room.

The very end was coming soon.

My head was twisted.

I was saying, «Good-bye.»

I was snorting, snorting until I died.

My lifestyle was darker than a permanent black marker.

All the pain and the mental anguish has me locked in my room snorting until I

OD.

(I can’t take this shit. I can’t take this shit anymore. Slit my wrist.

I don’t want to live.)