Burnout

Burnout

Lyrics: I'm in so much pain Try so hard it's all in vain Got the good shit then taken away I can't speak so don't say That I'm okay Cause I'm not For eighteen years I've fought Through the hell That having a brain creates I don't know how to face This suffering anymore I just wanna close the door I can't understand my fate I feel so much hate And so much anger for Everything down to my core I'm so sore Yeah pull a gun out and blow my brains Yeah **** it all I'm going insane I don't really have a fix I just know that I don't like this plane Of existence so I just came To make a point to ruin your day Eat a dick and complain But I'm just here to entertain I make this music just to Make money really I don't know what else to do I've lost all passion It's all gone I don't see a point in going on But I want to That's why I wrote this song And I won't try to fool you I think we should all just get along What a joke Everything is wrong So they smoke In their bedrooms All Sad and alone I just wanna smash my phone Quit my job and run away from home But I guess I'll try to cope Yo I don't know Because it's the way it is And nobody wants to fix Healthcare and biz Good and evil entertwined Maybe one day we'll see the shine We say it's not all black and white Then why do cops kill both I just wanna have hope **** it I guess it's time to go End of the show Bitch (Tripping over mic cord) That solo ****ing sucked

Burnout

DJ Krusade · 1673539200000

Lyrics: I'm in so much pain Try so hard it's all in vain Got the good shit then taken away I can't speak so don't say That I'm okay Cause I'm not For eighteen years I've fought Through the hell That having a brain creates I don't know how to face This suffering anymore I just wanna close the door I can't understand my fate I feel so much hate And so much anger for Everything down to my core I'm so sore Yeah pull a gun out and blow my brains Yeah **** it all I'm going insane I don't really have a fix I just know that I don't like this plane Of existence so I just came To make a point to ruin your day Eat a dick and complain But I'm just here to entertain I make this music just to Make money really I don't know what else to do I've lost all passion It's all gone I don't see a point in going on But I want to That's why I wrote this song And I won't try to fool you I think we should all just get along What a joke Everything is wrong So they smoke In their bedrooms All Sad and alone I just wanna smash my phone Quit my job and run away from home But I guess I'll try to cope Yo I don't know Because it's the way it is And nobody wants to fix Healthcare and biz Good and evil entertwined Maybe one day we'll see the shine We say it's not all black and white Then why do cops kill both I just wanna have hope **** it I guess it's time to go End of the show Bitch (Tripping over mic cord) That solo ****ing sucked

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