I Live By The Sword

I live by the sword

I take my boys everywhere I go

Because I'm paranoid

I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners

My mind is playing tricks on me

Day by day it's more impossible to cope

I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope

Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous

Every sunday morning I'm in service

Playing for forgiveness

And trying to find an exit out of the business

I know the lord is looking at me

But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy

I often drift while I drive

Havin fatal thoughts of suicide

Bang and get it over with

And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit

This shit have u wanting to genuinely put ur hand on a hot stove then boil ur other hand.

For it can be easy to forget, in this shallow slumber, that when your numbered days are numbed, your numb days are still numbered.

John Tottenham, Loose Angels / Lost Angles

I wanna sleep i don't wanna die

Please just let me down