(feat. Make Them Suffer)
Self-sabotage
Self-sabotage
I destroy what I love
I love to hate
Ruin and me are thicker than thieves
We build it all to break
I destroy what I love
It’s in my DNA
I’m a perfect disaster
Oh, how human of me
I’m taking comfort in the darkness
The darkness
I’ve got nothing to worry about ‘cause I’m worthless
I’m worthless
You got dreams, I’m just looking to sleep
You have it all, I can’t get what I need
You got love, I got cognitive therapy
You have a life, I’m just trying to live
I’ve got a corrupted cortex
Synapse is twisted
My hands have gone numb from
Cerebral malfunction
Self-sabotage
There’s no turning back
Self-sabotage
On a path to insanity
I’m reaching for entire galaxies
Galaxies
And yet the stars will give you more to see
In this moment of clarity
I got a headache from all the voices in my head
Telling me to stay alive and not give in
Wake up from this sleep
There’s more to this life you lead
Chaos was my definition
Collect my thoughts
So you will to listen to me
Listen to me
Chaos was my definition
Collect my thoughts
So you will to listen to me
Listen to me
Wake up from this sleep
Wake up
There’s more to this life you lead
Listen to me
Wake up from this sleep
Wake up, listen to me
There’s more to this life you lead
Listen to me
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