GodSyllable - Dark Thoughts

Kill
Kill
Do it
Kill
Come with me
Sitting here vibing, not living just surviving
Can't deny that my mind is having dark thoughts
I can't seem to block em out
Need a key to lock em out
Haunting me without a doubt
Yea I'm talking bout dark thoughts
Swallowing a shot or 2
Ain't no telling what I'm bout to do
When I follow through with these fucking dark thoughts
Sin is in my mind, think I might commit a crime
When they go to ask who did it
I'm gonna tell em dark thoughts
Hearing voices say my name
Swear to god I ain't insane
If I give into them I'll just place the blame on dark thoughts
Hoping for a sunny day
Demons wanna come and play
Say I'm gonna pray, but I ain't, I'll run away from dark thoughts
Sayin I'm the crazy one, enemies I'm making some
It don't phase me none
They won't save me from my dark thoughts
Turn into a lazy bum, this life isn't any fun
Pills I'm gonna take a ton
I'll take a gun and
Ah, what's the matter
Oh my god
Come on, try again
Kill
You can do it
Do it
DO IT
Chills are going through my body
Lips of death are kissing on me
Sick of people picking on me
Cuz I'm always thinking of these dark thoughts
I attest and confess that I've been a mess
Even when I'm at my best
Cuz I can't suppress all these dark thoughts
Waking up with aching shoulders
Painful to regain composure
Never sober, brain is taken over by these dark thoughts
I sold my soul, that was damning
Now he's chanting that I don't survive the landing
I'm demanding why I'm having dark thoughts
Take me out my misery, cuz its killing me
Hope the Glock 17 can get rid of these dark thoughts
Free me of these memories, all the dark obscenities
Need serenity, I'm sick of having these dark thoughts
Living with the tyranny, all the insecurity
God, he isn't here for me
I'm hearing these dark thoughts
Sink into my bed, feeling dead
Lucifer I'll go with you instead
Put a pistol to my head and
Oh my god
Keep trying
Come on, Jesus
Fucking work
Why are you doing this to me
Get out of my head
Seeking out a medic to
Cure the schizophrenia, depression too
Feeling blue
Hearing voices telling me I feel like killing you
I should probably think about checking into prison or a mental institute
You wouldn't wanna live a second stepping in my shoes
Cuz you finna lose
Hear my message in the news
Reminiscing of the things I didn't do
Bad at everything, pulling triggers too
Giving in, guess I'm gonna listen to
All these evil dark thoughts
Cuz I can't get rid of this image in the mirror, it's
Nothing short of fucking hideous
The source of all this bitterness
Walking in the shadows on the floor are so insidious
Can't ignore it now it's serious
Any life would be better instead of this
Could've prevented this
But I'm on the list ceasing to exist
Devil's my nemesis
Way too late for a therapist or exorcist
Imma put an end to this
Welcome home

Written by:
Joseph Smith

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