Tope Suicida

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