I need to broke up my chains
Need to fly free
Out of my prison
Out of my hell

I got nightmare for lunch
And depression for dinner
Try to swallow s**t that others give me
And to don’t vomit debris

Looking like the one who live well
But I’m the one who’s ready to live someone else’s life
Just to forget yesterday
And don’t think about tomorrow
That I’ll be bullied

Is the pill too big?
Is the water corrupted?
Or is it just me the problem?

What’s life but another way to die?
What is it the meaning of it if it’s to suffer?
Is the death requiem’s eating my inside?

So many questions that I don’t wanna know the answer
So many answers that still have any questions

I belong to depression
She plays with me like I play bass
Choosing witch note she’ll play next
Until she’ll decide to smash me on a wall
To burn the wooden debris
And then, push dust away
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