Chatroom 808

(funeralballoons: Chorus)

Got a ton of cocaine, blow my brain out Cobain
Smiling mouths, in the hallways, in the crawl space
Seeing faces in dark places, in the attic
They're made on plastic
Smiling Mannequins
This acid trip, is making me panic

(Gianke: Verse)

I don't know if I'm depressed
You can say I'm alright I guess
Every time I think, it's such a mess
It's sorted out and lost like I'm playing chess
Every time I look at my past
It never gets old, it moves by so damn fast
I know I just murdered an alliance
That didn't help out at all
My insecurities surround me
Like people in bathroom stalls
The money, the bitches, the success
It's everything a man can ask for except
The affection and the respect
For one, another, my mind is wrecked
I stay up all night thinking of my loved ones
I'll put a bullet in their rib with my 9mm gun
If anybody thinks they can lay a finger on one of 'em
Thinking about the next day and how's it going to go
Even though it's the same old process even though I know
Each day passes by in the glimpse of an eye
As it comes and goes
Sometimes I try to act tough just to impress
Even though I walk home every day with nothing except depressed
If I can I'll only have one request
I'll wish for a journey inside my mind and shut down to be repossessed

(funeralballoons: Chorus)

Got a ton of cocaine, blow my brain out Cobain
Smiling mouths, in the hallways, in the crawl space
Seeing faces in dark places, in the attic
They're made on plastic
Smiling Mannequins
This acid trip, is making me panic