King of The Ring '98 - Bad Luck.

Appalled by all the faces that

Have shown themselves through places that

I have been forced to learn to love

Then torn from and soon carried off

Aside from the few things I said

To friends who never gave a shit

I let my head defeat my chest

It didn’t die, it just went blind and deaf

(I know) I’ve been locked up in my room for far too

(Long) Staring holes through all the posters on the

(Walls and I) can’t even try, to tell myself that I was right

(I'm sick of me) and everything

Self medicate until it goes away

So I think back to being in

A place that men have wrecked with sin

Something my parents lied about

And nurtured women die without

And that’s partially my fault for not speaking up

I’m sick from doubting my guts

So now I’m puking them up

(I know) I’ve been locked up in my room for far too

(Long) Staring holes through all the posters on the

(Walls and I) can’t even try, to tell myself that I was right

(I'm sick of me) and everything

Self medicate until it goes away

Oh yeah.

Alright.

No.

Black holes in my chest where my heart used to be

They reflect nothing cause nothing is loving towards me

There’s also no one, who’s always there to sing me to sleep

So with my judgement impaired, I just sit and I stare

And think how all could be better if I just rid the Earth

Of my useless existence, my meaningless birth

And so I reach for some pills as the sun hits my bed

But mid-reach I get lazy and wind up falling asleep instead

I don’t want to die.

I need to die.

Anymore.