Years ago, I was the son of a poor man, who lived his life and never took shit.
Gave his all placed his dream into my hands, become the man you're supposed to be.
Terrified to be a failure in their eyes, can't live up to their scrutiny.
I know I won't make it, I know I can't take it, there's only one thing left for me.

That fake ass fucking smile curdles up my blood.
Your putrid existence will be cut short.
I'm sick of all the liars who said I'll never be shit.
I'll dig your fucking grave and spit on it.

Like it? I like it! I'm never gonna spite it.
You call me a prick? Bitch I won't go deny it.
I'm twisted and I'm losing sense of what I think is real.
I'll fucking kill you as an excuse just to feel.

I am the demon in your ear I won’t go away.
Your life is mine and you'll do what I say.
Do you even know what the fuck is real?
Why don't you tell them how you really fucking feel.

Seen it all, seen the pain you have caused me, a waste of life what the fuck do you expect.
Voices ring, they cry out in my head, they make me feel like I'd be better off dead.
Speeding down the highway, I'm in the mood to wreck my shit.
I'm not gonna make it, I’m not gonna take it, I always wanted to go out my own way.
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Server the ties with all those you love.
They never thought you were good enough.
Wonder down the path I set before.
I can say that I've had enough.