Turn this brain into mush I won't beg, I won't push Brush with death, I won't nudge I'll concede, lay in bed Toss and turn, rot disease Waste my time flawlessly I always worry about almost everything My idle hands always reach for more Don't let the tension bleed off What in the world could I be longing for Tope Suicida Everything equals total void I look around I'm fucking overjoyed But I'm an actor, I'm a crackhead, I'm a toy I feel so lacking, dull and distracted I'm wrapping up in destructive habits I'm just unraveled and destroyed And it feels like maybe I'm bound to never be untied