No Rest for the Depressed - Adam jensen

Sipping on whiskey, sipping on bleach\nSlipping my tongue and slurring my speech\nRolling in filth and swimming in dirt\nCut off my skin and pretend it don’t hurt\nMomma says I’m a goner\n.40s and marijuana\nDon’t think I’ll last much longer\nFrom the silence of the night\nComes a distant lullaby\nYeah, I keep running from something that’s hiding underneath\nAnd I keep waiting and waiting for something I can’t see\nAnd every day’s another struggle, pour me up another double\nSpend my nights escaping death, no rest for the depressed\nSinking in water, drown me out slow\nWake up in places I never go\nLiving in chaos, burning alive\nLook at myself with tears in my eyes\nMomma says I’m a goner\n.40s and marijuana\nDon’t think I’ll last much longer\nYeah, I keep running from something that’s hiding underneath\nAnd I keep waiting and waiting for something I can’t see\nAnd every day’s another struggle, pour me up another double\nSpend my nights escaping death, no rest for the depressed\n(From the silence of the night)\n(Comes a distant lullaby)\nYeah, I keep running from something that’s hiding underneath\nAnd I keep waiting and waiting for something I can’t see\nAnd every day’s another struggle, pour me up another double\nSpend my nights escaping death, no rest for the depressed