Lyrics: (Tick- tick- tick- tick) Late at night, the clock cracks into my skull. Put up a fight and now the sound gets dull. The demons get closer and the thoughts start racing. Every damn night, the same dreads I'm facing. Pop promethazine, but no I'm not lacing. Shit don't do anything, prescribed, so ain't no tracing. I be taking meds so much, but honestly they don't even change a thing. The demon shreds through my brain, but I don't feel the pain, nothing. Every time I lay down, my head is flooded with unwanted memories. We've come so far with physical health, but mental we don't have no remedies. My head ain't silencing down, used to have headaches every day. Got numb to that, don't feel it now, but don't think it's away. My mind-state never changes and I push all help away from me. Don't want to talk about my past from face to face, that won't ever be. I just grab the bottle, need that whiskey taste. Don't take things laced, yeah whiskey ain't replaced. Only times I fall asleep fast is when I'm drunk to dangerous levels. Even tho my thoughts get more, I don't feel like they're the devils (at those times). I don't know how to cope no more. I drink and cry until my mind gets sore. Need to feel the booze fill up my core. Every time I drink, man I pour more. Pop promethazine, but no I'm not lacing. Shit don't do anything, prescribed, so ain't no tracing. I be taking meds so much, but honestly they don't even change a thing. The demons shreds through my brain, but I don't feel the pain, nothing. No drugs or therapy get me out of this. Waiting till my body fails, oh don't dismiss. I won't miss my life, it's always pain and at this rate I just can't stay sane. Used to drink like every day, but money caused me to now switch lane. It's not easy 'cause this makes me reignite my pain. I won't ever feel well, well but that's to be expected. There won't be so much time left until I get dissected. I've not been doing well for years and yeah that is the message. I'm just hoping for the end of all, for my own final passage.
Lyrics:
(Tick- tick- tick- tick)
Late at night, the clock cracks into my skull.
Put up a fight and now the sound gets dull.
The demons get closer and the thoughts start racing.
Every damn night, the same dreads I'm facing.
Pop promethazine, but no I'm not lacing.
Shit don't do anything, prescribed, so ain't no tracing.
I be taking meds so much, but honestly they don't even change a thing.
The demon shreds through my brain, but I don't feel the pain, nothing.
Every time I lay down, my head is flooded with unwanted memories.
We've come so far with physical health, but mental we don't have no remedies.
My head ain't silencing down, used to have headaches every day.
Got numb to that, don't feel it now, but don't think it's away.
My mind-state never changes and I push all help away from me.
Don't want to talk about my past from face to face, that won't ever be.
I just grab the bottle, need that whiskey taste.
Don't take things laced, yeah whiskey ain't replaced.
Only times I fall asleep fast is when I'm drunk to dangerous levels.
Even tho my thoughts get more, I don't feel like they're the devils (at those times).
I don't know how to cope no more.
I drink and cry until my mind gets sore.
Need to feel the booze fill up my core.
Every time I drink, man I pour more.
Pop promethazine, but no I'm not lacing.
Shit don't do anything, prescribed, so ain't no tracing.
I be taking meds so much, but honestly they don't even change a thing.
The demons shreds through my brain, but I don't feel the pain, nothing.
No drugs or therapy get me out of this.
Waiting till my body fails, oh don't dismiss.
I won't miss my life, it's always pain and at this rate I just can't stay sane.
Used to drink like every day, but money caused me to now switch lane.
It's not easy 'cause this makes me reignite my pain.
I won't ever feel well, well but that's to be expected.
There won't be so much time left until I get dissected.
I've not been doing well for years and yeah that is the message.
I'm just hoping for the end of all, for my own final passage.