Chronic Disillusion Syndrome

Half a brain is dead
And the hole in my guts to prove it
Making more room by puking out the poison
I slapped my savior in the face cause he couldn't help me
I was never a big fan of this life
So I'm wasted

Beckoning, calling, tempting me...
It will all be gone tomorrow
You play my God and I'll be your servant
Cause I'm burned, burned, pissed and tore

No one seems to want to share this hurt
If I stop then I will die, disaster and I flirt
Spit on me cause you don't understand
What it's like under my hat
My money my pride and my self worth, down a flushablе drain

A gun has turned up just where, just whеre I found myself
The skin around me just confines my hell
With these two fists willing should I ask for forgiveness?
Without your guidance I am nothing, NOTHING

Beckoning, calling, tempting me...
It will all be gone tomorrow
You play my God and I'll be your servant
Cause I'm burned, burned, pissed and tore

No one seems to want to share this hurt
If I stop then I will die, disaster and I flirt
Spit on me cause you don't understand
What it's like under my hat
My money my pride and my self worth, down a flushable drain

I am powerless over my convictions
Surrender to her outside of my jurisdiction
The chronic diseased man is sent to jail
While the sick perverted man is set to sail
Explode
Explode
Explode

(scream)

This chronic disillusion stop
This chronic disillusion stop
Chronic disillusion
Sick from chronic disillusion
Sick from