In the back of my head there's this nagging fucked up feeling that says
You are not who you think you are and you are not improving
And I know it's just a trick but I can't keep it out of my mind
All my friends want to be dead and I would be deceiving you
If I said I didn't feel the same at least once a week
Because living in this country could make anyone put a bullet in their brain
The future's looking bleak and there're fires we can't put out
And I just paid my rent and now there's pennies in my bank account
Every year it gets worse and it is getting harder
To live your life like you're not just a pig being led to the slaughter
By some rich white fucking asshole who's never felt an ounce of your pain
They'll send the cops to your house and kill your best friends in their sleep
And when you close your eyes at night it's the only thing you see
But they'll blame it on their race or say that had a drug dependency
They'll use your mental illness as an excuse to say you were crazy
Well I'm just fucking tired of watching innocent people dying
Daily