Then You Die

Monotone off the dome
Moaning ‘bout being alone
On my own always stoned
Trying to get in the zone
Sipping slow, overflow
Pour and it’s never a four
Check my phone but no one
Tries to hit me up no more
Never reply when they do
I’m always busy and got shit to do
I’m always sitting alone in my room
Trying to think of my next fucking move
I’m always playing and acting the fool
I make a promise and never come through
Don’t really feel like I’m part of the group
I need a change and I need something new

Body bag, body bag, ten toes down but with the tag
Jet lag, life’s a drag, hand me the fucking mag
Get the bag, humble brag, know one day I’ll get attacked
Lay back, hit the sack, unable to relax

Nothing happens like it does on TV
I’m always depressed and that’s the real me
Hide myself away nobody see me
Realise that nothing’s ever easy
Look into my eyes
See a thousand desperate cries for help
Save from my lies
I despise the way I treat myself
Need to escape this hell this mental prison cell
Walls are built around me like a shell
A prison for myself

Locked up like I’m trapped inside my own mind
Now and then I smile but it’s only on the outside
Panic attacks getting harder to hide
Looking like I’m fine but I’m dead on the inside

Body bag, body bag, ten toes down but with the tag
Jet lag, life’s a drag, hand me the fucking mag
Get the bag, humble brag, know one day I’ll get attacked
Lay back, hit the sack, but I can’t seem to relax
No I can’t seem to relax
No I can’t seem to relax