Fever Dream
Matt Miller
The devil whispers sweet nothings of death
Making my pray for my final breath
Im lost in a nightmare of broken dreams
Built of my own insecurities
All that's left are torn pictures in my head
And every broken word that was ever said
Paranoid voices feeding into my fever dream
Making everything not what it seems
Why can't this just be easy
My whole life hopelessness raining on me
Dread eats at me from the inside out
All Ive known is self doubt
Always confused and cast aside
What should I do
Idolize suicide
